Soloman's gift

Looking for his escape his finale of abuse was spectacular finishing with a final benediction to the four corners of the reception.

For a moment I was in another world. I had been called down from my office as there was no-one else on the Training College, everyone else had left - "Would you mind there is an incident on the reception..." the soft South African accent apologised "there is no-one else".

I walked down the stairs and was met with a barrage of abuse from the cause of the incident. Soloman is pyschophrenic and I meet him most Sunday's at The Salvation Army church where we worship together. The two on security looked edgy as Soloman made non-sensical accusations and generally took out all his inner frustration on a face that must have been vaguely familar.

I gently took his arm and spoke into his madness as best I could - with no obvious effect except to start the whole story again. Looking for his escape his finale of abuse was spectacular finishing with a final benediction to the four corners of the reception.

Soloman left with a look of achievement. Perhaps he achieved far more than he realised. His gift to me was fabulous. I walked away from a busy day feeling strangely refreshed!

Comments

Roz Lynch said…
You did say you misse Patrick!
Anonymous said…
perhaps he sensed you had an intrest in footprint sandels and could see the impression in the floor???
Anonymous said…
Just wanted to say sorry for using ur blog to have a discussion about whether a certain way of worship is right under the name of the salvation army or not! sorry!
Clare x
The Smiths said…
Must be just like the old days at Poplar. So much for the wisdom of Soloman, eh?
Gordon said…
Roz/Gaz - very poplar and patrickesque!

Anon - :o) you could be right!

Clare - you are welcome! Perhaps ask anon to email you and you can keep the debate going.

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