So, I took Debbie to the airport today, so she can go to Boston for orientation on her new job. (I didn't mention her new job? She's director of a mental health unit called ACT. Fortunately the job isn't in Boston -- just the orientation.)
Actually, since her plane left LAX at 8 am, we decided to go yesterday and check into a hotel so we wouldn't have to get up at 5. Which brings me to the hugs part:
The hotel (the airport Radison) was literally swarming with people wearing white damask robes. The lobby was so packed with them it looked like a Pier One had exploded. So when we were checking in, I asked the clerk what was going on.
He told me they were all here to see an Indian guru woman named "Amma". He described her as "Mother Teresa, but with hugs."
Hugs.
The woman evidently gives great hugs. The clerk told me every hotel in a ten-block radius was booked. People come from all over the world. To get hugged.
I'm in the wrong line of work ...
About Me
- Michael
- I'm a full-time freelance fiction writer, and have been for almost 35 years. I've written a lot of TV (over 400 scripts; animation, mostly). These days it's books and movies, with a few comics now and then. And I have Parkinson's Disease.
2 comments:
Shoot, I've been telling you you're in the wrong business for years ...
I wish I could get up to New York or Boston when she is here on the east coast - I would look forward to meeting this woman who embraces all.
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