Dragi moji "webovci",

župljanin sam naše župe Sv. Križa, i ako sam nedjeljom u Zagrebu dolazim na sv. misu u 10:00. Slijedi misa za mlade i vjerujem da se susrećemo dok i vi poslenici na webu ulazite u crkvu, a mi izlazimo. No ne poznajemo se. Vrlo rado pročitam vašu stranicu, ali se ne mogu pohvaliti nekom velikom revnošću. Prije pola sata dobio sam od prijatelja iz Splita podulje e-pismo. U njemu je bio uklopljen i tekst kojega vam šaljem. Duboko me se dojmila njegova poruka. "Svakodnevno susrećemo ljude koji mnogo čine za nas, a mi ih ne poznajemo, ne pozdravimo ih niti im se nasmiješimo." To me je potaklo da vam se sada javim. Veliki gradovi otuđuju ljude - izgleda da je to jedini mogući način življenja u ljudskome mravinjaku. U mome rodnom gradu, u rijetko naseljenom predgrađu kao dijete sam poznavao svakoga, pozdravljao sve susjede i osjećao sam se kao u vlastitom dvorištu. Danas se i tamo sve promijenilo. Sagrađeno je mnogo novih kuća, doselili se mnogi novi stanovnici, a kada sam shvatio da više jednostavno ne poznajem svako dijete, svakog starca, svaku ženu i muškarca postao sam sjetan. I više se nisam osjećao kao da sam u svome dvorištu. Jasno je da ovdje u Zagrebu ne pozdravljam sve ljude. Ali kada susretnem nekoga tko se brine da meni bude bolje, tko čini nešto za mene, ja ga pozdravim. Tako pozdravim svakog vozača autobusa ili tramvaja i svakog čistača ulica dok guraju svoja kolica s brezovom metlom. Oni se uvijek začude kada ih pozdravi neznanac, ali im se lice odmah ozari, čim vide da ih netko primjećuje, a meni tada bude toplo oko srca.

Ne volim publicitet, pa vas lijepo molim da za sve posjetitelje weba budem jednostavno "sijedi starac s interneta", koji vas srdačno pozdravlja i želi vam

Mir i dobro!

Charles Plumb was a U.S. Navy jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat
missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected
and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a
communist Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on
lessons learned from that experience.
One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at
another table came up and said, "You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in
Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!"
"How in the world did you know that?" asked Plumb."I packed your parachute,"
the man replied. Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude.
The man pumped his hand and said, "I guess it worked!" Plumb assured him,
"It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today."
Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man. Plumb says, "I
kept wondering what he might have looked like in a Navy uniform: a white
hat, a bib in the back, and bell-bottom trousers. I wonder how many times I
might have seen him and not even said 'Good morning, how are you?' or
anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor."
Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent on a long wooden table
in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the
silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he
didn't know.
Now, Plumb asks his audience, "Who's packing your parachute?" Everyone has
someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. Plumb also
points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot
down over enemy territory-he needed his physical parachute, his mental
parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called
on all these supports before reaching safety.
Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really
important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate
someone on something wonderful that has happened to him or her, gives a
compliment, or just does something nice for no reason.
As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize people who
pack your parachute. I am sending you this as my way of thanking you for
your part in packing my parachute!!! And I hope you will send it on to those
who have helped pack yours!
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing
a word, maybe this could explain. When you are very busy, but still want to
keep in touch, guess what you do- --you forward jokes.
And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important,
you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? --- A
forwarded joke.
So my friend, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent
just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your
friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.