Defining Moments.

When I was in the 8th grade, I had an English teacher that I will never forget. We used to call him Mr D. To my 13 year old self this was no mortal man. He was tall, Italian and very handsome. A triple threat in my book for sure. And one of the things I loved most about Mr D. was that he was a great storyteller. I remember one particular story that he told our class about himself when he was 18 years old that turned out to be a defining moment in my life. Before I recount my memory of that cool story Mr D. told, I need you to know that I was a “good” Catholic girl at the time, went to church every Sunday and loved to hang out with our Catholic youth group. I was also a very normal teenage girl, into boys and learning about the “darker” side of life (secretly of course). LOL, Anyway, back to Mr. D’s story. It goes like this….One day, a young hot, buff and tan 18 year old Mr D., was walking hand and hand along the shore’s edge with his magically delicious girlfriend on the beach in Belmar, New Jersey. It was after 5 pm so the beach was emptying and most people were starting to go home after a beautiful day of sunshine. Suddenly, our gorgeous crush, Mr D., realized that the thick 14 carat gold chain he always wore around his neck was gone and must have fallen off during the loving couples walk. A bit frantic, the pair turned around to retrace their steps, praying by the way, the whole time to Saint Anthony (the patron Saint of lost things). After a long search on the beach they finally gave up, and Mr D. collapsed to the sand, on his knees. With his head down as if he was in prayer, he began running his hands through the sand, letting the warmth of the tiny grains flow through his fingers in an attempt to calm himself, as he felt the lose of the chain, which had held a unique 14 carat gold Italian Cross his mother had given him. That cross to him was irreplaceable, and now it was gone. And wouldn’t you know it, in that moment, he found the chain and pulled it out of the sand. Unfathomable right? Well, Mr D. swore on his life that the story was true. And well, I believed Mr D., still do and whether that story was true or not, it was a defining moment for me. Because the story was soul stirring for me, and at 13 years old, it was all the proof I needed to know that God and the angels were real. Namaste and blessings, Mia Bella

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