Honestly I wasn't. I wasn't even aware of the occasion. Politely I replied, "It must have been another person."
"Kayo po, sir. Sigurandong sigurado ako." (It was you, sir. I am very sure.)
Ellen has known me for twelve years as a professor, she was secretary to the college president at SPQU.
Well, the matter just died naturally. Such friendly gesture strengthens camaraderie, and builds quaintness in the workplace.
So you think you saw a friend walking. In the church a devotee has a familiar profile. You call the name of someone in the crowd. He doesn't respond. You think he snubbed you. You say that's my former teacher in high school. My classmate in college.
There is something that tells you about a particular person. He becomes an instant acquaintance. Or it may turn out to be the opposite. Then you start trying to remember where both of you must have met before. You can't recall. Then in your respite you suddenly remember. But now, doubt shrouds your memory. Strange.
Or it could be unmistakably a true experience, yet leaves you doubting at the end.
One time when I was in high school I saw my dad praying in our church. It was an ordinary morning and it was a custom to pay a visit even only for a short prayer, instead of just passing by. Dad was in deep prayer. He was near the altar. I left him and walked home.
I was surprised to see him meet me at our gate. I was dumbfounded.
"Were you in church, dad?"
"No, I'm on my way, son." He looked back and added, "Don't forget to feed the chickens."
Is it possible that a person may exist in two - or more - separate places or occasions at the same time?
Who was the person Ellen saw was me? Who was the person whom I believed was my dad in the church that morning? ~