Thank you for visiting my blog named Life and Random Thinking today.
My blog consists of a number of posts and I place them into categories, such as Thinking Out Loud (an example post here, or the short short story series with Ravi and Maria called CB and PB ( their nick names standing for Cinnamon Buns and Peanut Butter) – episode 3 here
I am not sure what category this post will fall into, probably a few different ones.
A week or so ago I was watching a subtitled Korean show on Netflix, just a normal morning – my right hand intertwined with my wife’s and my left holding a coffee. Then I heard the phrase – God Shot.
In the series a young man begins a job working as a barista in a small coffee shop with the proprietor who has previously always worked alone. The proprietor’s girl friend described the young man as a God Shot.
My ears popped when I heard that phrase “God Shot” and I have been thinking about it daily since then.
The Netflix show talked a lot about coffee but that is not the way I understand or envision the term “God Shot“.
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A “God Shot” seems to have a number of different interpretations so this is mine.
A “God Shot” is when the perfect person, happens into someone’s life semi – miraculously.
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If you have ever sat with someone and listened to their story/situation and had a Eureka moment (forehead slap – joy of satisfaction from knowing or discovering) because you know “just the right person” to help that other person.
Well I have been thinking that God is always listening and “God is Well Connected” – he knows everyone – so he does the best “God Shots” as in connecting the right people at the right time.
– but the surprising part is that he uses everyone. Everyone is you, me and us.
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This happened so long ago that I can’t say for sure what year it happened.
I know it was Christmas and it was before 1983 when my daughter was born.
My friend, Gerry, loved to tell this “God Shot” story and told it over and over and he especially liked to tell it when I was there to hear him tell it again. He never called it a God Shot, it was just how we met.
This is the story of how Gerry and I first met.
Around 1981 Gerry was at a low point due to a business collapse and had to phone the Federal Government tax department, and I answered. But I shouldn’t have been there, I was only there to answer the phones for a couple hours.
I was covering the phones for two hours in that department and he called the one and only time I was there to answer that phone.
I was able to answer his questions and encourage him with empathy and understanding. He had called the Tax Department with trepidation, and nervousness; not knowing what to expect.
He didn’t expect encouragement and support.
Gerry said he hung up the phone stunned, and said “that’s the Tax Department?” (then he would grin and laugh when he told the story!)
I even called him back a few minutes later, and I gave him my name and direct phone number, in case he ever needed it.
Gerry said that our two quick calls were very special and just what he needed at that time.
Gerry never forgot that call and my name; but we never met in person.
Until two years later, at that time my kidney was failing, it was probably spring of 1983 and I was getting sicker. I was not on dialysis yet but ………
My friend Steve had invited Gerry for dinner and I was coming over later that night to Steve’s house.
Steve asked Gerry to hang around for few minutes so he could meet me as a group of my friends were going to pray for my health.
Gerry listened to Steve talk about it, then he asked Steve – what’s your friend’s name?
Steve told him. It was a God Shot introduction.
Gerry stayed after dinner, and we met and he became family and a special, amazing friend to me and my family.
That friendship lasted four decades until Gerry passed, and I miss him still. We had so much fun together and it was always mutual, relaxing and delightful.
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Gerry and I were friends for decades, so many wonderful stories to tell, including;
When I was in the hospital five months, Gerry was there to visit a lot, he even snuck me out, with permission, to have Chinese food one night.
A lot of nights in Vancouver General Hospital where I laughed because Gerry was there.
Gerry was not a friend, he was family to me, and us.
Definitely now I see it as a “God Shot”
God is very well connected and he makes the best introductions – the neat part now for me is seeing that I was a God Shot for Gerry when we met by phone, and Gerry was a God Shot for me when we reconnected in person.
I hope that this post will bring to mind someone, or many someones in your life that made a difference.
“God Shot” persons.
I certainly can think of quite of few in mine.
They are the people who make phone calls and connect, they travel long distances to support you on birthdays, they send books and cards when they can’t be in person.
I have been blessed by those people in my life, and I hope you have also. – David
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