Soccer, is known as the #1 sport in Europe, and that includes Romania. It’s known under the name of “footfall” or “fotbal” in Romania’s case. American football is a completely different sport than that of European soccer.

In Romania, back in the 80’s when I was a kid, there were two major teams- it could be said there was only one major team but I won’t. Steaua, or the best team in the whole country and Dinamo, an inferior version. These teams represented something: the regular folk, something along the lines of LLC Joe Regular Dude, in the case of Steaua, and on the other side, LLC Corruption and Proud of It, also nicknamed “the red dogs” which included the police and all corrupt communists in the case of Dinamo.

Performance wise, Steaua leaded with flying colors. Dinamo, who never won a championship, preferred to spend their time sabotaging Steaua instead of actually practicing and getting better in their soccer playing skills.

My family, myself included, rooted for Steaua -well…at least most of us. Gica Hagi was a favorite to most of my brothers and Miodrag Belodedici of yours truely:) Helmuth Duckadam, however, earned my respect as the best goalkeeper of all times, and soon after watching him play I became a goalie in our childish soccer games played in or around the apartment’s courtyard if not at school during sport class.

These great national celebrities- Steaua’s soccer players, among some- in real life didn’t have the wealth sports celebrities have here in America. The socialistic communistic system didn’t allow it. (Nadia Comaneci came and settled in America and that was part of the reason). Fame, according to the system was just another tool to promote a political system, a system whom in reality didn’t work at all for 90% of it’s population.

But I can say without hesitation Steaua’s soccer team’s players during the 80s were hardworking and very talented bunch. With every game, waves of laud cheers were heard echoing throughout the city, a memory I’m fond of. I’m sure after you read these lines some of you will feel the same:)

God Bless:)

While traveling a naive road, almost blind to the Romanian traditions or the church’s traditions, I always had very pleasant encounters with great people, such as sister Didina. Although far older than me- my mother’s age- any encounters with sister Didina were nice, polite and full of mutual respect.

I was baptized in her bathtub followed by a nice feast in her living room, organized and assembled 100% by sister Didina. Even the bouquet of flowers after words was purchased by her, a personal detail that meant so much to me.

During our wedding, she let us borrow her paper fan to cool Chet off a bit, who was not used to the hot and humid weather of Romanian summers, or the lengthy church service.

It’s the small things that make a difference in one’s life and it’s people like sister Didina, that bring rays of sunshine in ones life:)

I’ll be forever grateful for people like sister Didina:)

God Bless:)

Nu ma intereseaza versiunile negative a altor persoane cu privire la sora Didina. Pentru mine, sora Didina a fost si va ramane o femeie cumsecade cu un aer de doamna.

La ea in vana eu am facut botezul. Ea a organizat totul: of de la mincarea foarte buna, prajiturile excelente, pina la buchetele de flori primite dupa botez:) La masa a fost o atmosfera placuta, cu umor si convorbiri interesante si am ramas recunoscatoare efortului sorei Didina pina in prezent. Desi copil, in comparatie cu sora Didina, intotdeauna mi-a vorbit frumos si cu respect.

In timpul nuntii, tot ea ne-a dat un evantai care a fost de ajutor lui Chet, neobisnuit cu caldura verii romanesti, cu programul lung de biserica si lipsa de aer conditionat.

O vad si acuma, cu parul scurt si cret, cu zimbet pe buze si gust frumos la imbracaminte. Realizez cit de putina cunostinta in domeniul obiceiurilor culturale sau bisericesti am avut (si inca mai am) la vremea respectiva si cit de mult a facut un cuvint frumos, o incurajare si un gest placut.

Ii multumesc Bunului Dumnezeu pentru oameni cumsecade, ca sora Didina.

Va doresc o zi buna la toti si Domnul cu noi.

I’ve been meditating and researching the details of this vision and I’ve come to the conclusion that it was not a positive experience. A lot of hidden negative clues have been splashed through the whole thing.

I am changing my original opinions on the vision. I had the choice of deleting the post or admitting I got this one wrong. I chose the latter. We don’t always get it right. In this particular case, I didn’t. The meaning is dark and has meant to frighten me and keep me in a fear zone, however, I refuse to be intimidated. This is a good case of seeing in the spirit realm, but dealing with the dark end of the deal, not just the good stuff.

I wish I could pick only the good, but the truth is, I can’t. So I have to learn and ask questions and reach out to others that have had more experience and look at the obvious as well. Hidden spirits using the images of loved one is like an ultimate betrayal, in my opinion.

I’ll continue to research and learn so next time I’ll catch it right away.

Have a good day.

God bless.