Sorry people a long story is coming up.
All that I can do for you is to use some colors on the dialogs,
and separate some how the chapters by bold marks.
This is a story, my own story, which I call it as miracle, and personally I believe that it is. They had pass several years of that Friday (before the Sunday of Easter), that we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus,
In our Christian Orthodox Church.
At the dawn of this Friday (Easter week) at about 4:30 to 5:30am two thieves’, and probably drug dealers, dived out of my store,
my poor little horse, one 250CC Honda motorcycle, which it was not shining and it was not at its best condition.
When I realize what happened few hours later, that I got weak up, I lost the world under of my feet.
It was and is the only wheels that I own.
The words are very poor to describe my feelings at that time,
but the most major idea in my head was that what happened to me was an major injustice.
I did notify the Police about the stolen motorcycle, and even made an public announcement from a local FM radio station.
My message .. my tone of voice … was like a fire, in just 10 hours since the public announcement in the radio,
All the 20 highway patrol officers in my city they were aware of what to look for.
Some of them were aware about me.
Because I was use to travel with my dog on the motorcycle (it was standing on the fuel tank) and we was a true spectacle,
Lots of laughs and teasing, when I was waiting for the green light at the traffic lights.
And so I was easily recognizable from local patrol officers (On two wheels).
This is how the Friday ended.In the beginning of Saturday, many friends of my came to me, so to offer to me their own wheels,
So to have my chance to search in some places around the City, that usually the thieves’,
They bring there the stolen motorcycles, so to grab the useful parts, and then discard the leftovers.
Nop , no luck , nothing found there too.
This is how the Saturday morning ended. At the Saturday 24:00 or Sunday 00:01 , we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus.
And so Sunday & Monday, they are two days of national celebration.
Nothing moves, nothing happens.
Tuesday, was another dead day for me, I could not think, I could not work,
I was just sad and silent all day long.
At the afternoon I took the decision, to visit one small near by church and ask for help.
This church is part of an orphanage, which my own father had grown up in it, because his parents had died at 1940 (German occupation).
My own father, before he dies, he had share with me one story of how he recovered his own lost wedding ring, by asking for help in this specific church.
On Wednesday I am getting to the church at 10:00am, the church was open but empty,
I am starting my own monolog with the God, a silent one, but from inside of my I was screaming.
It was a scream with out voice, and I was pointing out that this was a major injustice for me.
How in earth the God let something like that to happen on to a person like me, who truly never did anything bad in to another human.
And I demanded the help of God, by clearly saying, that if I did not get his help, I would never ever visit his home again.
Some people they challenge God daily, I did this challenge only once so far, and I was in the age of 36 years old.
Same day 10:30 I am back to my shop, and I am starting to repair one fax machine of a customer,
So to make something productive, and keep my mind busy.
( Gentlemen start your watches, and count the time!! ) At 11:00 am one good friend of my Jim, came in my shop so to check on me and say hi.
And we had a dialog.
Jim: How are you? Kiriakos: I feel like shit.
Jim: Do you have any ideas about places to look for the motorcycle. Kiriakos: Yes I have the felling that the motorcycle is dropped somewhere in between of our own city in the high way that drives to Larisa ( Near by city 60Km away )
Jim: Hmm ok, I have a work to do, I will come back later on, so to check on you and have a coffee. Remark : My own friend he is a constructor who installs plaster boards,
this specific day, he came to me by driving his huge closed van capable to load plaster boards of 2m high x 5 meters long. (Yes it was empty when he came)
Back to the story:My own friend did about 10 steps out of my shop and returned back in.
Jim: get ready we are going to Larisa now. Kiriakos: Now?
Jim: Yes now.
The time was 11:15 am and we did start traveling to Larisa , with the large van.
The travel time it is about 50 min.
In the car we had the radio on, and we has not saying much,
until Jim made the key question, when we had cover the half of the distance:
Jim: Kiriako do you really believe that we will found the motorcycle in Larisa? Kiriakos: Jim would you believe me if I told you, that right now in this car,
We are not just two people but three?
He smiled on me, and he did not make another question. At the 90% of the distance I started to feel fear, because I started to realize what we were doing.
We were heading in one city of 200.000 people, a truly huge area to cover even with the help of a helicopter!!
Not to say that even if it was parked in a public place on the sidewalk, you could possibly need weeks so to find it.
We arrived at the entrance of the city at 12:00 am. And he stops the car, so to talk its other, of what we will do next.
Jim: I had an coworker living in Larisa, we has very good friends,
And we had cooperated in one big project that took months.
But I wanted to find his business card so to invite him in my marriage,
And I couldn’t find it …
Let me check at the front compartment of the van.Remark : He does find the business card !!
He makes the phone call, and the mobile phone number was still the same after 12 years !!
Jim: Hi friend we have lost a motorcycle, do you have any tips about places in Larisa with reputation about such matters.Jim – Friend : yes there is an area in the city called as XXXX , and as second a small village near by called as XXXX. Jim: Kiriakos what do you say? Kiriakos: We will go in the city.
Jim: No problem I know this location, and I can drive us there even with my eyes closed.At 12:05 am we start moving again by heading to this location in the city,
The target was a known square park at the middle of this area.
At 12:10 am we arrive in the area, and actually we were in front of one cross road, with just two directions (left or right).
Jim: Kiriakos this is it … area XXXX ..
Jim: now what? Kiriakos: Jim I will show you the way and you will just turn the car.
Jim: Here is what we will do. I will watch the left sidewalk as we move,
And you will watch the right sidewalk.Kiriakos: No Jim, I will show you the way, and you will just turn the car.
Jim: Ok let’s do it by your own way, where you want me to turn? Kiriakos: Turn right Jim.
After the right turn, the van did 20 meters, and it was had to turn left,
there was not any other way.
Time : 12:15 am The van made the turn to the left, and at our left hand it was one coffee shop with Pool tables (Billiards),
It had a face of 10 meters long, and after the end of it and under the sidewalk, was my motorcycle parked on it !!
The van was moving and I screamed
“ That’s my motorcycle “ I opened the door and jumped out of the moving van.
The poor Jim, stopped the car at the middle of the street and started to scream
I DO NOT BELIEVE IT repeat ably.
He did that about five times, then parked the van, and came to me shocked and lost …
He grabbed me and droved me away from the motorcycle …
Jim : Kiriakos take a big breath and lets call the local police authorities, so to help us, and give them the opportunity,
about arresting the thieves’, or to find who did it.And we did just that, we did call the special police authority about such matters, and they arrived with a civil car no markings.
We were 50 meters away of the parked motorcycle, waiting with the Police about 2 hours, but no one showed up.
About me, I was crying and laughing with in two minutes interval, all those two hours that we were in the police car,
waiting for some one to show up.
The special police officers they decided to interrupt the watch,
And they said that we can take the motorcycle, I had all the papers and even the keys,
and we just should follow them at the police station, as they had to do a bit of paper work,
about this case.
The new problem was that the thief, he had lock the rear wheel with a disk brake lock !! And there was no way to drive the motorcycle back home !!
I did learned something new even from the thieves’,
they trust more the disk brake lock,
among other methods.
And so we
DID load the
LOCKED motorcycle in to the
HUGE van,
and after the shortcut that we did about visiting the local police department,
we took the way back from LARISA to our own city.
And let’s do the math. The motorcycle was stolen for five days !!
Wednesday
10:00 am at the church 10:30 back to my shop
11:00 Jim shows up with the huge van.
11:05 Staring to travel
12:10 Arrival and the phone call to the old friend ( Lost business card -12 years unchanged mobile number)
12:15 I was in front of my motorcycle !! The sum is that I had my motorcycle back in 120 minutes, after getting out of the church.
Do not ask me why in my dialogs with Jim, I was acted like giving to him,
directions to follow, like commanding him in a way.
I do not know what happened, it was my own voice, but my reactions, or the way that I use the words was not my.
But I had no intention to think of my own, by using my logic to all this.
The only logic description that I could use, so to describe why I acted that way,
Is that I just left my self free, free to be used as receiver.
Every time that I read this story I get tears in my eyes.
It’s too much the all thing, so to be called as coincidence, or to be called as wild luck,
or what ever other, than a true miracle.
As smaller in size, but still a miracle,
was for me the help that Dave offered to me about the 87V story.
And the happy end that this story got.
And as another mini miracle it could be the fact that I got chosen by Agilent,
so to participate, in their DMM review program.
I believe that small miracles happens every day,and they happen to us with the help of God,
but mostly because we love its other ( In a way ).
We can become small Gods, by helping its other,
And in true difficult situations, you have the right to ask for help from our own father above.
He does listen if you know what numbers to dial.
I was and before an positive thinking Christian,
and I am still now, but I had stopped wondering if there is a God out there.
My proof is in the picture of my own web site about the restoration of my motorcycle.
Is the picture called as
“ Before “ this was the stolen and found motorcycle.
Currently there are 40.000 witnesses of my miracle on the web counter,
but they do not know it. LOL
http://dhost.info/ax1/