In life, I believe everything happens for a reason.
Why did a brand new, ensign of Canada land in my hands yesterday morning? Coincidence? Fate? A message in a
bottle ensign? Or just the sweet generosity of the man who found it?
Our conversation went something like this:
The Italian Version
Sweet Man – Boungirono. Ho trovato una bandiera canadese e pensato a te, ti piace?
Me – Oh, buongiorno. Ma, hai trovato una bandiera canadese? Dove?
Sweet Man – In Costa Paradiso. Qualcuno l’ha buttato via.
Me – Perché qualcuno dovrebbe buttarlo fuori? Non e giusto.
Sweet Man – Non lo so, ma vuoi?
Me – Ma, certo. Grazie.
Sweet Man – Io te lo darò a te ora.
Me – Sei molto gentile. Grazie.
Sweet Man – Good Morning. I found a Canadian flag and thought of you. Would you like it?
Me – Oh, good morning. But, you found a Canadian flag? Where?
Sweet Man – In Costa Paradiso. Someone threw it out.
Me – Why would someone throw it out? It’s not right.
Sweet Man – I don’t know, but do you want it?
Me – But, certainly. Thank you.
Sweet Man – I will give it to you now.
Me – You are very kind. Thank you.
And with that, I am now the owner of a brand spanking new Canadian ensign, for a boat that I don’t have.
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