When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat - Webs

wind ran races through the growing grass. Except for me,
there wasn’t anyone else in the park. A voice interrupted,
“Hope I haven’t kept you waiting long.” Startled, I turned
around and there was Gideon. “Funny, I didn’t see you approaching,”
I said.
This time he was dressed in a sailor’s uniform, as if he
had been out sailing. He sat down next to me on the bench
and began biting into an apple he'd brought along.
“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked.
“No, I’m going to skip lunch today.”
“Are you sure? I have another apple, if you like.”
“No, thank you.”
We both sat for a while in silence before I blurted out,
“How did you know about my trip? How did you get my telephone
number and anyway, who is Marla?”
“Slow down, John. One question at a time. <strong>You</strong>’ve been
wondering about how I know certain things. Let me tell you. I
know many things. <strong>You</strong> know them, too. However, you just
don’t remember them. Some of us remember much more than
others. Think again of how many things you have known without
ever being able to figure out how you knew them.”
“Is that all? Are you a psychic or something like that?
<strong>You</strong> see things before they happen? I know a lady who could
do that.”
“That, I am, too. But much more is involved. It’s one
way of explaining it.”
“<strong>You</strong>’re more than a psychic? Who are you? What are
you?”
He looked at me quizzically with a semi-pleased expression
on his bearded face. “Of course I’m more than a psychic,”
he said, “I am Gideon. I am who I am. I am I.”
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