CHAPTER SEVEN
“I…am…God.”
Upon hearing these words, I did not know whether to laugh or cry. It was just my luck to
find the woman of my dreams, and she was a fruit loop.
When Amanda made this statement, she closed her eyes and appeared to be somewhat
embarrassed in the making of the claim.
She opened her eyes, looking up at me.
“You do not believe me,” she challenged.
“It’s not that,” I sarcastically joked, totally annoyed. “Not every man gets a chance to
play ‘baseball’ with the Almighty.”
“Baseball?” Amanda’s face projected confusion.
I pointed to her lips, explaining.
“First base.”
Her breasts.
“Second base.”
Her ass.
“Third base.”
Between her lovely legs.
“Home plate.”
Amanda nodded her head, understanding.
“So, that’s what he was referring to.”
“Who?”
“George Herman Ruth.”
“Babe Ruth? The ball player?”
“Know him personally,” Amanda beamed. “Never knew that he had been using the term
as a mating ritual.”
“I guess you would know him, seeing that you’re God.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
Amanda turned quiet, studying me. I could clearly see that my disbelief hurt her.
“You do not believe me,” she challenged again.
I pointed at the hospital I had been checked into after my attempted suicide. Not far from
where I first encountered Amanda crying on a park bench.
“You see that building?”
“Yes.”
“There are over a dozen people in there who not only claim to be God but Jesus too! Not
to mention Napoleon. One guy thinks he’s Hitler, and he’s Jewish.”
“You do not believe,” Amanda cried, her eyes incredibly sad.
“I believe in…something,” I stated, stammering. “That winged-guy seemed able and
willing to grab you. He seemed keen on taking you away from here. Why?”
“His name is Gabriel.”
“Archangel Gabriel?” I gawked. “That…Gabriel?”
“The same.”
“This is too weird!”
“What would you have me do?” Amanda asked, in tears.
I felt somewhat guilty for making the woman cry. Honestly, I held high feelings for her
and did not want to do her any real harm. But, frankly, the woman was crazy.
“Tell me, if you are God, why did you come here? And…why as a woman?”
Amanda stopped crying, giving the question thought.
“Because of you.”
“Me??”
Amanda nodded her head in what appeared honest confirmation. “You needed someone.
You chose my form. I was there when you tried to take your life. You…needed me.”
“I needed you?” I repeated.
“Yes.”
“What about all the other billions of people on this planet?” I asked, somewhat skeptical.
“Don’t they need you too?”
“Hey,” Amanda retorted. “I’m only God. One person at a time, you know?”
I became incredibly awestruck.
“This isn’t happening.”
“But, it is.”
“You can’t be…God,” I yelled, not caring who could be listening.
“Would you mind keeping your voice down on this one?” Amanda cautioned, looking
around. “Thank you, very much.”
“Prove it!” I challenged.
“How?” Amanda asked.
“Do something that only God could do.”
Amanda started to say something but paused. She gave the challenge some
consideration.
Her face formed a wicked smile.
