Should Have Let Sleeping Dogs Lie?
Day three and four at home in Macea the reality of life became clearer and clearer, my spirit got dimmer to the point that I got sick to my stomach. I had difficulty eating could not sleep, thank God tomorrow is Sunday.
Today we are all going to church, surely this will be the place my spirit will be healed. After all this is the place where I got baptized as an infant, here is where as a child had served as an alter boy, here is where my spirit grew up. This is where I climbed the bell tower to see the horizon of my life expand.
As we entered the church a big surprise, the two way double door with JHS monogram etched in to the glass I helped build as an apprentice was still there. During the service my spirit did not quiet, it only got more restless until like Christ on the cross cried out “Father why has thou forsaken us?” The burden lifted with tears streaming down my face. Was this the price I had to pay for coming home? Leaving the church we met a few more friends, but joy was hard to come by.
The two more days of our stay, we just visited all my relatives tried to be of comfort to them, as they tried to show us a good time. My home town had nothing to offer us, only time to spend with people. That was really the main reason for my homecoming, not to play tourist.
The last day of our stay came not too soon for me, I don’t know how much longer my health would hold out. My body and soul was at the breaking point, I could not shake the witnessing this miserable life my people have to endure.
As we all gathered to say goodbye, my 8 year old niece came to me took my hands and with the innocence of a child said “Uncle I am so glad you all can go home to America, but what about us?” To this I had no answer, all I could do hug and hold her tight, in my spirit praying I will not have a complete meltdown.
This moment was the last dagger in my heart, the last bitter sweet pill I had to take. With this we parted driving back to New Arad and uncle Nick. We had one more place to go, visiting my wife’s relatives in another town called SAGUL. Her parents and her sister we managed to bring them to America eight years earlier. The visit was more than we could hope for. The whole clan gathered, we had a wonderful meal. I could finally meet all of them for the first time.My wife had the opportunity see her home again, now occupied by strangers.
Uncle Nick was a very perceptive man he sensed my burden, he offered to take us on vacation to Maria Radna, a well known pilgrimage place with hot springs. He was so right I needed a break, he did not even let me drive.
Until then I did not know he had a car. Now I knew what to offer as a token of appreciation – our gasoline coupons, hoping he will eventually find a way to use them.
As a postscript let me add: A few years later the Romanian Government conducted an ethnic cleansing and kicked all the German minority out of the country, after all we were citizens for only the past 300+ years. This was the greatest blessing that could have happen to my family, they all landed in West Germany at my older brothers place and FREEDOM the rest is history.
Joe Eisenbeil
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