i moved to new york city on august 2nd, 2009. i used to bartend 3-4 nights and nanny four days each week, and this site chronicled those stories. i now bartend 2 nights, teach chess lessons to children most afternoons, and try to be a good neighbor. this site now chronicles my new life and my journey toward full-time mission work. have a drink. kiss a baby. send me financial support? follow the life and times of the bartending nanny. play like a champion today.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
if you offer up your broken cup…
…you will taste the meaning of this life.
tonight, i stood in front of the st. regis hotel, praying about a potential opportunity there. it was a late decision to jump off of the train on the way home to do so, and i felt as if i was a secret agent carrying out a mission as i walked.
when i got back on the train, a young boy said,”hi.” it was a kid who’s just recently been coming to my house to enjoy family dinner on monday nights, and his family was with him. i introduced myself and laughed as they discussed he and his sister’s halloween costumes. mom voted “washer and dryer”. sister voted “tyrone biggums”, though she kept forgetting the name and exclaiming, “pleeeease?! i don’t even know who that man is!” mom’s vote seemed to count more.
on the walk from the train to my house, itunes shuffle decided i needed to hear bebo norman’s “walk down this mountain”. at the exact moment i looked down to see a shattered beer bottle on the sidewalk beneath my feet, the words “broken cup” escaped bebo’s lips. what a moment. what a night.
i’m not able to do this. i never was. i never will be. all i have to offer is a broken, cracked, shattered modelo especial bottle that will no longer hold anything, but somehow, if i am still, listen and abide, it keeps overflowing.
this must be what life means. thank you for reading.
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