is a word I dearly love. It means the unexpected expressing itself
beautifully. This is what happened to me when I met Luca and Harry.
Our San Diego Web page master and UNI
student Daniel Vanetti told me to visit his brother Luca in Basel.
Naturally I was delighted and ready for a wonderful meeting with one
of the Vanetti clan from Switzerland. His wife was taking the children
to the dentist but he had time to have lunch with us in an exclusive
Basel restaurant near the Bahnhof railroad station and what a classy
meal it proved to be.
We greeted the red ski capped young man
in his early 40ís, his signal as to what to expect as we looked for
him. We entered the forefront of the restaurant, but since Luca had
made a reservation, we were ushered to the white linen fine dining
area. A host of waiters and official looking staff swept our coats
from our shoulders and led us to a quiet area. With several wine and
water glasses, a raft of silver and double plates, we sat on exquisite
period furniture. The restaurant did not take credit cards he found
out. He excused himself for a moment, ran to the nearest automatic
bank teller and drew out enough money for lunch. He did not tell us
what he did. Later he told Daniel who told us.
A few social amenities and Luca
explained his thoughts on life directly from the textbook of the Art
and Science of Wholeness (not really, but they could have been).
He pointed out that he is responsible for any condition or
circumstance, any person or creature that comes into his world. He
confided that he had been a rapscallion as he was growing up in the 60ís
and spent his time waiting for the end of the world. When that did not
happen he decided to make the MOST out of life. This he did by
marrying his childhood sweetheart and finding himself a traditional
post with an insurance company. Because of his positive attitude and
creative imagination he went up in the ranks of his company and found
favor with his bosses. His greatest joy was in coming home to his wife
and family. Every holiday he devoted to their mutual sharing. They
make me happy, he said.
For almost two hours he held our ear
with tales of his positive life. Though his mother was a definite
person, he said she should travel. When she did he would secretly take
her ticket and upgrade it to business class so she would enjoy greater
comfort in flight. He dearly loves his brother Daniel in America and
admires his lifestyle and his new marriage to Patricia and the new
home they purchased in San Diego. Neither Ellen nor I had much chance
to show off our philosophy, but the mirror was all we needed. What a
The Rev Patricia Shivdat of New Jersey
asked us to greet her son and his family also in Basel. We were in for
another marvelous surprise. Her son Harry grew up in Guyana. He lived
in New Jersey with his mother and her six other children. She saw each
was wonderfully educated. This was obvious with Harry.
Holding his youngest son Christofer,
surrounded by his beauty queen wife Ashie and daughter Samantha and
yet another vivacious son Dimetri, the family greeted us at their
home. In a lavish array of finely appointed furniture and perfectly
set table, we shared our hearts. After telling us how highly he
regards Switzerland I suggested he tape his dissertation and give it
to the Swiss government to let the people in Switzerland know just
what a wonderful land they live in. Shyly he smiled but admitted his
temporarily adopted country was very special. He works as a finance
officer in his chemical firm, a highly sought after man in the
business. (Later his mother told us Harry was promoted by his firm and
given a raise equal to four times his former lavish salary.)
Over a lovely dinner he pointed out we
are responsible for our world. Our world is what we make it. Every
experience we have we have created by our thought. Our health, our
wealth and our circumstances are our creation.
As I listened to this wise 30 something
man I contemplated perhaps the whole world has a more positive way of
looking at life than I had ever thought.
Now as I profess my philosophy I do not
do so because the world can use what I have to say, but rather because
I am but one of six billion voices each singing out the same glorious
song of unconditional love.