Live In The Moment
During our stay in Desert Hot Springs, that I wrote about last week, I met Mark. He makes a living by collecting metal scraps, taking them apart and reselling the components. He got lost and asked for directions, or perhaps “smelled” the opportunity, since there was plenty of junk in the back yard – an old refrigerator, a broken door, a bench press that hasn’t been used for the last twenty years. I was amazed to see how Mark was able to lift a heavy metal structure and load it on to his already filled truck by himself. While working, he would stop from time to time to tell some of his life stories. In one of them, he got stuck in the desert when his truck ran of gas. He managed to call 911 to inform about his situation, when his phone lost power. In these cases, he said, when there is no GPS connection, police send a rescue search. However, it was evening and getting dark, so Mark slept in the truck.
In the morning, he saw the police car. After finding Mark, the police officer complained that since it was Sunday morning, he would rather be at church with his family in. Mark, who in the past served as a Pastor at various churches in Texas and Arkansas, offered to conduct a Sunday service for two of them in the middle of the desert. An hour later, when the service was over, Mark kicked the ground with his boot to discover a brass plaque with the engraving: “Live in the Moment”. He gave it to the police officer, while both men had tears running down their cheeks. Mark finished his story by saying, “I am the richest man in the world, since I have myself and my God.”