Why Me?

Buon Giorno :-)
Come Stai? Io spero tutti e' bene.

Let me start with the fact that I did not use babelfish; dictionary, yes, babel fish; no. So let me tell you about life, mine, to be specific. Last night was an experience. Lets start there. It all start oh so nice and peachy and wonderful; it started with see Kelsey Snell and Andrea Knappe, and a couple other friends from Harding who were overseas with the HUF program. I met them in Florence, we went and got some gelato, which is always good. . . . .always :-) Went back to the villa/campus that they had been living at and chilled; it was good, but can't say that is were this soon to be akward story ends. So I left the HUF campus to go home, hoping I could make it home actually because I wasn't really sure if I would be able to catch the last train of the evening, but never the less, I tried. Caught a bus taking me back into downtown Firenze/Florence and made way for the train station. But, *sigh*, I did not make it in time, I was going to have to chill in Firenze till atleast 4:30-ish in the morning, till I could leave, which meant about another 4 hours there, roaming, not knowing exactly what to do with my time, so lets just say I did a lot of walking. . . . . a lot of walking, which on a complete side note that is happy is: Roger and Heather & family took us hiking up near this city called Abetone in the mountians, with a little pond at the top, it was beautiful, not a lot to look, and then everything at the same time, I totally dug it. But we had gone hiking the day before, so, like I said, lots of walking. Well, after getting a little tired of just strolling around I came back over by the train station and was just going to chill and wait it out, no worries sorta thing, and then I saw to my happy stomaches approval, an open Mcdonalds across the street. And, yeah that's right, I totally went in there :-), that smily face is so you understand the joy that mcbacon gave me, one more :-). While I was there I saw this girl who honestly looked about as bored as me and seemed to be waiting on something too. Maybe a train, actually it was a bus, but that's besides the point; and no this isn't the awkard part, you'll see it coming. . . . . . .unlike me. Lol, but not really. Okay so, feeling like I could do this girl a favor, and try and blend a favor for me into it, a.k.a. go sit and have a conversation with here to help the time go by faster; which it did. It turns out she is also over here, in Italy, for school working on here masters in arcitecture. The girl is from Turkey and speaks three languages: Turkish, Italian, and English (which is how it was possible to have a conversation). But, it was pleasant, and definintley helped time pass by till she had to catch her bus. After she left I went on over to the train station and almost immediately started talking w/ some guy, whose name I don't remember, and am okay with not remembering. Deep breath, so I'm talking with this guy who seems chill, speaks English, and doesn't seem like a weirdo, (I'm dropping hints for the direction this is going to go, oh, and just understand I must be completely nieve, and, or stupid lol, but not really once again). Chilling and talking about why I'm here in Italy and what I'm doing in Firenze at this hour (3-ish); and after talking for a few he mentions the idea of walking and I said, "Sure, why not?" And then a few minutes, 5-10 minutes that is, he says he knows a place where we could get coffee, which of course I'm all over anytime of the day, never mind the Big blinking sign saying, "BRANDON, WARNING, WARNING, YOU ARE AN IDIOT. . . .MAYDAY MAYDAY." I said yes and got on the back of his moped, and no we didn't go to a bar or caffe' for some espresso, nope, definitely ended up back at his place. And let me tell you, I honestly still wasn't thinking : oh trash, this guy is an odd ball. Nope, I'm just busy trying to tell him about GOD, and what the Bible says, versuses what the Catholics practice. I'm nieve, say it, say it out loud, tell a friend or three; because this is where I begin to realize this man is probally gay, not the conversations, the espresso, or riding on a moped with him, (which side note: two guys riding a moped is normal over here- not considered gay); he starts to stroke and massage my arm, and moved into my chest, and the non-PG version, go up my shirt while at it. Yeah,very shortly after that I LEFT. Breathing and about a tense as I have ever been in my entire life. BLEH, ARRGEWHH and deep breath, the thought of all this is still crawling under my skin. And I'm going to stop there with the story as most of my emotions still aren't on the positive side, and am trying to be as much like Jesus as possible, and love (not in that way), and forgive, and not let less than positive emotions throw off the balance of what is needed: being disgusted by what is wrong in GOD's eyes and loving and forgiving him perfectly at the same time. It's a struggle.
I want you to know that I am continuing to try and serve in the manners that I know best, and trying to share the Good News with anyone willing to listen, which I think is atleast kind of apparent after reading above. I just ask that you keep your faith in me, that I will continue to do GOD's will on a day to day basis. Pray always. me.