Conducator auto: Mamaia

Citind cele de mai jos imi pare rau ca nu am carnet de conducere, incat sa traiesc si eu experienta mamaiei din acest text.
Traducerea urmeaza dupa textul in engleza.

Grandma is eighty-eight years old and still drives her own car.
She writes:

Dear Grand-daughter,

The other day I went up to our local Christian book store and saw a 'Honk if you love Jesus' bumper sticker .

.I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting.

.So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.

Boy, am I glad I did; what an uplifting experience that followed.

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I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good he is, and I didn't notice that the light hadchanged.

It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't honked, I'd never have noticed.

I found that lots of people love Jesus!

While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, andthen he leaned out of his window and screamed,

'For the love of God! ''Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, GO!' What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus!

Everyone started honking! I just leaned out my window and started waving and smiling at all those loving people.

I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love!

There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a sunny beach.

I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuckup in the air.

I asked my young teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant.

He said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something.

Well, I have never met anyone from Hawaii , so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign right back.

My grandson burst out laughing.

Why even he was enjoying this religious experience!!

A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me.

I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when Inoticed the light had changed.

So, grinning, I waved at all my brothers and sisters, and drove on throught he intersection.

I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared.

So I slowed the car down, leaned out the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away. Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!!

Will write again soon,

Love,

Grandma

Si acum traducerea promisa:

Mamaia are 88 de ani si inca mai conduce masina. Ea scrie:

Draga nepotica

Alataieri am fost la Libraria Crestina si am vazut un abtibild: "Claxoneaza daca il iubesti pe Iisus!"

Ma simteam deosebit de bine dispusa (pusa pe sotii) atunci pt ca tocmai avusesem o repetitie emotionanta la cor, urmata de o intrunire tunatoare pt rugaciune .

Asa ca mi-am cumparat abtibildul si l-am lipit in spatele masinii.

Sunt teribil de bucuroasa ca am facut-o pt ca am trait o experienta inaltatoare.

Eram oprita la un semafor ce arata rosu si eram atat de cufundata in ganduri despre cat de bun e Domnul incat nu am observat ca s-a schimbat culoarea.

E bine ca mai sunt unii care il iubesc pe Iisus pt ca daca n-ar fi claxonat n-as fi observat.

Am aflat ca o multime de oameni il iubesc pe Iisus.

In timp ce stateam acolo tipul din spatele meu a inceput sa claxoneze ca un nebun, pe urma s-a aplecat pe fereastra si a strigat "Pentru numele (dragostea, in engleza) lui Dumnezeu!"

"Du-te, du-te, du-te, Iisuse Cristoase, DU-TE!"

Ce exuberant cheerleader pt Iisus era!

Toata lumea a inceput sa claxoneze.

M-am aplecat pe fereastra si am inceput sa zambesc si sa le fac cu mana tuturor oamenilor acelora iubitori.

Trebuie sa fi fost un tip din Florida pt ca am auzit ceva despre o plaja insorita (sunny beach).

Am vazut un alt tip fluturand in mod caraghios degetul mijlociu ridicat in sus.

L-am intrebat pe nepotul meu adolescent aflat pe scaunul din spate ce inseamna asta.

A raspuns ca e probabil o urare hawaiiana de noroc sau cam asa ceva.

Cum n-am cunoscut pe nimeni din Hawaii pana acum m-am aplecat pe fereastra si i-am intors urarea de noroc.

Nepotul meu a izbucnit in ras.

Ah, pana si el se bucura de aceasta experienta religioasa!!

Vreo doi tipi erau asa de prinsi in aceasta bucurie a momentului incat au coborat din masini si au inceput sa vina spre mine.

Pun ramasag ca voiau sa se roage sau sa ma intrebe la ce biserica merg dar atunci am observat ca s-a schimbat culoarea.

Asa ca zambind cu toti dintii, am facut cu mana tuturor fratilor si surorilor si am traversat intersectia.

Am observat ca masina mea a fost singura care a traversat inainte de a se schimba din nou culoarea si m-am simtit cam trista sa-i parasesc dupa toata dragostea ce am impartasit-o.

Asa ca am incetinit, m-am aplecat pe ferastra si le-am facut urarea hawaiiana o ultima data inainte de a ma departa. Multumesc lui Dumnezeu ca exista oameni atat de minunati!!

O sa-ti scriu din nou curand.

Cu drag

Mamaia