a Crazy Experience

I had a interesting experience this past week. I went to Saccine Square to catch the bus to church for prayer.

I got on bus number eight as usual but he went a different route. I had no idea were I was.
He finally reached his destination and begin yelling at me since I was the last passenger.
I told him were I needed to go and he pointed and made me get off the bus.

I did not have any idea where I was. That was not a comforting feeling at all. I called George Nayaty but he did not know how to tell me where to go because he did not know where I was.
Thank God there were people who spoke English and who could point me to Bourg Hammoud square. I finally saw a place that looked familiar.
I learned a lot from this experience.

I laugh about this now because I paid a dollar to walk 40 minutes when I could have walked from my house for 25 minutes for free.

I truly know God was with me. I just hope the bus driver does not do that again, but now I know where to go.