wise things in small, mysterious ways......

 

     Elias Schwartz repairs shoes.  He's short and round and bald and single and middle-aged and Jewish.  "An old-fashioned cobbler," says he, nothing more, nothing less.  I happen to be convinced that he is really the 145th reincarnation of the Haiho Lama.

     See, the Haiho Lama died in 1937, and the monks of the Sa-skya monastery have been searching for forty years for his reincarnation without success.  The New York Times carried the story last summer.  The article noted that the Lama would be recognized by the fact that he went around saying and doing wise things in small, mysterious ways, and that he would be doing the will of God without understanding why.

     Through some unimaginable error in the cosmic switching yards, the Haiho Lama has been reincarnated as Elias Schwartz.  I have no doubts about it.

     My first clue came when I took my old Bass loafers in for total renewal.  The works.  Elias Schwartz examined them with intense care.  With regret in his voice he pronounced them not worthy of repair.  I accepted the unwelcome judgment.  Then he took my shoes, disappeared into the back of the shop, and I waited and wondered.  He returned with my shoes in a stapled brown bag.  For carrying, I thought.

     When I opened the bag at home that evening, I found two gifts and a note.  In each shoe, a chocolate-chip cookie wrapped in waxed paper.  And these words in the note: "Anything not worth doing is worth not doing well.  Think about it.  Elias Schwartz."

     The Haiho Lama strikes again.

     And the monks will have to go on looking.  Because I'll never tell—we need all the Lamas here we can get.

-Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten