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Friday, May 15, 2015

Dreams do Come True

I want to act, act, act. All I want to do is act. I dreamed of my acceptance speech one day up in the podium. Ask and you shall receive right? I prayed and asked for it many times. I wonder when my miracle would materialize. Since little I saw stories in my head and I was always the main character in them. Today my fantasy was interrupted by a voice that said, "Ms. Olivieri," it was the math teacher. "Come to the board she commanded." "Oh no, why me? If only I could be invisible during math class, how much fun would that be!" In front of the board, chalk in hand I froze. The teacher scolded me while the class laughed. "Do you ever pay attention? What do you do in class?" To what I replied excited. "I think of stories Ms. Santos, far more interesting than your lessons." She looked at me straight in the eye. "Go to the office" she said. To what I replied with sincerity. "No, I mean it; I'm not trying to be mean. Want to hear one? You will love the one I am"...she interrupted abruptly, "To the office, now!"

Going to the office again for the same reason, daydreaming. "My mind won't stop," I told mother superior. "If anything we should talk to God right now. He made me like this you know, is not my fault. He does show up for chats often, let me call him." I said. That day my mom received a warning note from school. But I wasn’t lying; it was true! God comes to me for chats and sometimes a scolding. I know I'm in big trouble when he shows up with Jesus and his mom. A bit like an intervention from above. 

One night not too long ago I was intensely praying the rosary, almost in trance and there they were. "Oh, hi guys I said, it's been a while." "Not really" God said, "you talk to us every day, every minute almost." "Not every minute" I said. "Between the three of us yeah, kind of, that's including the angels and archangels" he added. "Oh cool" I said, "so you are all in contact?" "Yeah, we are all part of the same network" Jesus said. "Honey," said Mary, "we know you want to be a successful actress, we are working on it, I promise." "Really? I knew it! How exciting!" I screamed. "When?" I added. "All in time child," said God. "We can't give exact dates you know, there is free will all around, it's complicated," he said while he shook his head. "The day you get an exact date is coming from down there said Jesus," pointing to the floor. "Oh, ok, I get it, I get it" I said with a smile. "Listen take it like this, imagine someone planning a surprise party for you. It wouldn't be fun if you knew when right?" God said. "Well I guess," I said. "So just wait with faith, didn't you go to catholic school, they never thought you about faith?" Mary asked. "I don't remember school much" I said, "It's a bit of a blur." They smiled and turned around as if they were leaving. "But wait" I said. "Actually I was praying the rosary because I have another request. Oh, but before, thanks for Amber Rose, my family, friends, my job, etc...Ok, are you guys ready? I want to be a writer also." "What? Micaela! Common" they said in unison, "you have us working full time on this case" said Jesus. "We are going to have to get reinforcement. I will call the Holy Spirit now, I'll make an appointment" said Mary. "Guys, settle down" said God, "is not a big deal, we will just have to pull a J-Lo, that's all." "Of course!" They all said and chuckled. 

"Relax Mila; we are pulling your leg!" "Ohhh, that was funny," I said laughing. "I know said Jesus; we are practicing our stand-up routine for the yearly talent show. Whitney, Sinatra and White are judging. Anyway, it’s us, you know we can do pretty much anything you wish as long as it is infused with love" said Jesus. "Just keep on praying, with faith," he winked. "Your dream is on the UPS truck. No, don’t ask for the tracking number"said Mary. To what God added, "but while you wait just have fun with life, enjoy and love, love love!"

                                           
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