Here are some pictures of those snails I have mentioned.
The first pics with the tan color background is a 46 gallon rubbermaid tub. It is linked in series with the blue background one, which is an 18 gallon. The last pic is in an 18 gallon glass tank. I’m about to start up one more 18 gallon tub this weekend and I see from the close-up picture of the leading-edge shell growth that it’s time to add more crushed coral to all of them to raise the PH and calcium a bit.
This morning I went to Wal-Mart to pick up a couple things I needed. I had somewhere to be at 8 and it was 7:20 when I walked up. It was only a 5 minute drive, so I was sitting pretty.
The greeter has stopped me a few times before, but today I wasn’t feeling like a huge ass so I actually stopped to talk to him. He’s a bit crazy, I know, but I thought I’d humor him.
Here’s his story.
He knew a guy whose cousin was dying of cancer. He had a big tumor that couldn’t be operated on. Apparently, while he was at home waiting to die, this guy had a black dog begin to visit his house. A black dog with a big white cross on him…a pattern in his fur I take it. This dog let the guy pet him and the guy started to feel better. Soon, a goose started to come to the house too. It was also strangely tame and let the guy pet it. As the days went by the goose started to grow a second set of wings behind the regular ones and the guy felt a little better yet. Later still, a black raccoon with a white mask around his eyes (again I’m assuming fur pattern here, not Zoro wanna be) started to show up. This animals was, surprise surprise, strangely tame and after petting him for a few days the guy was comletely healed, cancer free. And supposedly the animals still hang around. Only the guy can touch them, they run away from his wife.
Next story! The greeter himself says that a year or two ago he had a tumor on his pituitary gland. The doctors couldn’t operate on it…it was too entwined around important parts of his brain. He was weak, could barely walk, was dying. (Except I’m pretty sure I saw him doing his greeting job on a regular basis…but let’s just go on.) The doctors sent him home to die and would not treat him any more. He prayed and prayed and then went to see “an indian” and got some “herbs”. After taking these herbs a while he choked and coughed up his tumors. That’s right, they came from his brain into and out of his mouth. And then they were gone and he was better. Wow!
Third story! A man he knew had two teeth with bad cavities…he needed dental work in the worst way. Apparently couldn’t afford it, I guess. This man’s friend took him to a “revival”. At the revival the preacher on stage called to the man with the bad teeth and supposedly without foreknowledge said “You have some teeth in need of dental work. We’re going to heal that right now!” Three other men on the stage looked into this guy’s mouth with a flashlight and saw the decay. The preacher prayed for healing to come and this guy’s mouth got so hot he could barely stand it. When they looked again, his teeth were not only free from decay, but there was a gold cross filling in each tooth. This guy that received the miracle showed it, in person, to the greeter at Wal-Mart, who swears this is true.
SO WHAT DOES ALL THIS MEAN?
It means that poor ridiculous people who believe and pass on these types of stories are going to continue to give a bad name to regular Christians like me all over the world. Maybe he was trying to make a point against religion by telling me wacky unbelieveable stories. Maybe his point was that if I can’t believe all that, then why should I believe the Jesus story? See Lee Strobel’s book “The Case for Faith” if you want to know the answer to that one.
I feel sorry for the poor guy, but I do wonder about his motivations.
