“He satisfies me with good things and makes me young again, like an eagle”. Psalm 103:5
It was around three-thirty in the afternoon Las Vegas time when I woke up. I just checked in to a room at Main Street Station Hotel and Casino seven hours before and fell asleep as soon as I placed my head on the pillow. My flights from King Salmon Island had been very long. It was a three-legged travel – King Salmon Airport to Anchorage then from Anchorage to Seattle and from Seattle to Las Vegas.
The last meal I had was at Anchorage Airport. My tummy wanted food. I went to take a shower and at around four thirty, I went down to the Main Street Station Hotel buffet. When I reached the buffet room, I thank God because there were only 3 people in line ahead of me. I was able to pay my meal in less than five minutes and I went directly to the buffet line and picked up some finger foods. As I have placed the food on my plate, I thought I had enough so I looked around and there an empty table for two very close to the ice cream machine. I took my seat on that table, recited a thank you for the food and started spooning my food when a young gentleman standing in front of me said: “Hi, my name is Brian”.
“Hi Brian nice to meet you. My name is Violet”, I answered I saw him pull the other chair and now sitting across me. He started a conversation with me My tummy’s need was more important than engaging in the conversation. My mouth was always half full with food, chewing and swallowing. I could only manage to say the words “really”,”that is nice”, “Yes”, “Ahha”, with a smile and a nod.
He made a comment that I look Hawaiian. I told him that I am of Filipino ancestry and I reside in Hawaii. I ate all of my first servings. I went for a second serving. He followed me to the buffet line. I realized that I am sharing a table with a young man I did not know. First, I sensed he has admirable qualities. Second, he was generous, in using words, to paint the environment as kind. He is friendly. He is self confident. I started asking him personal questions. I found out he was born in Gardena California, moved to Las Vegas because of financial betterment. He is a tattoo artist. He is 35 years old. He would love to have me as a guest in his workshop to watch him work.
I accepted his invitation and told him that it will have to be 3 or 4 days from that time. I stood up to serve myself an ice cream cone to satisfy my sugar craving. He followed me and started getting me my ice cream. When we went back to the table, he pulled my chair and signaled me to sit. In my mind, God, what is happening here. Bluntly I asked if the table I am sitting on is his table and if I had been a “pain in the butt” by crowding his dinner.
It turned out that he was behind me by the cashier. After he paid for his meal, he wanted to sit at the same table since no one was sitting there. After he got his food, and went to the table I am already sitting there. He did not look for another table because he saw me alone. To him, I would be good company when he saw me bow my head before I started spooning food into my mouth. In reality, it was his table because he saw it first – me being oblivious of my surroundings.
We spent about fifteen more minutes, him telling me to be very careful because Las Vegas has a different breed of people. Before we said goodbye, he asked my permission to take a picture of us using his phone. I agreed. Then he wanted to know if I would permit him to use my phone to take our picture. I told him that there is no need to do that. If he likes he can send me a copy of the picture he took. So I gave him my cell number and the picture is really nice. As we were leaving the buffet room, Brian walking by my left side, my sister showed up by the door and exclaimed, “Brian”, what is going on with you and my sister? You both are smiling and having the time of your life.”
The surprised young man said, “You ladies are sisters? You are Aunty Violet? You told me your name is Violet and you live in Hawaii. I am your …”
“Guardian angel?:, my voice echoed with a question mark.
His voice must have been louder than normal because I heard hands clapping and when I looked around, peoples’ eyes were on us. The young man looked embarrassed.
I told my sister I had this feeling that Brian is cousin Elena’s son when he mentioned the name of the street where he lives. Yet the information I remember about him is in conflict with what he told me. I thought Brian was born in Florida but this Brian told me he was born in California. He looks much older. But then again, he was still a growing boy back in 2005, when I was playing with them.
My nephew Brian and I sharing a table at dinner could have been by chance or an accident. In my heart I believe God did not want me to be alone so He sent me an angel. The meal was awesome. My dinner was complete with sweet smiles from and pleasant conversation with Brian. “I felt like I died and went to heaven”.