How I got my dog

I visited Cor, who showed me his nest of newborn pups. I picked one out, or he picked me, he came to me and stared up, he climbed my leg and wanted to be picked up. No other pup even saw me. This is my dog, I said to the family (they where all five watching this meeting). They laughed and told me that all the pups were sold and that I was too late. I said: You just wait and see, this is my dog, I am sure. I assured them that the people who bought him, would call the deal off. They all laughed and made fun of me, but I insisted.
Six weeks later we drove in the car on the highway, when the phone rang. Hellen answered it and while looking at me asked me to guess who it was. I said: they call tot tell me that the dog is available! Here smile disappeared and she was really astonished to tell it was true. I felt it in my gut, it was no wild guess, it was something I knew instantly.
My dog and I, we belong together, he picked me, and I picked him. We have a special bond.

Michiel

Yes, I came up with Erna, the lovely class-mate, girlfriend, daughter of our vicar. Then the others came to me, in the car, driving all day. Michiel was this friend, a shy, tender person. We made a trip on the "Zwarte Vlet", JC, SH, JV, Michiel and me. A very rough trip I may say, it lasted a week, we had a fire on board, got in very rough seas in the middle of the night near Terschelling, it was freezing cold and we sailed day and night and finaly got lost on the "Sneeker Meer" a lake near by Sneek where we sailed all summer. But in the middle of the night, in the fall, with our mast down so the electrical compas in the mast got totaly confused by the steel cabinroof, we only found reed-lands.
Michiel was shy and felt ashamed because he was nearsighted without his glasses. He hit a beacon and then confessed he needed his glasses.
A few weeks after his trip he hung himself in his room in Sneek. His sisters I knew also very well where totaly broken and everybody else wondered why.
I felt ashame because we made fun of him hitting the beacon and felt angry.

Erna

She finished her own life, a long time ago
Why she did it, I really don’t know
Her father was the vicar in our church
I shared her bed and we cuddled and kissed
Loved the little dimples in her cheeks
And her great smile. What went wrong?

Message from my father...?

On the internet I stumbled over this page where I found my fathers name (Gerrit Bosman sr, I was named after him). On this page one number of the CD can be downloaded, which I did naturaly. Playing this number I distinctly had the feeling that my father send me this message. A few lines came very clear to me: The Lord will always watch over you, The Lord will guard you.
Here you can here the number
I think my father sings it with the Choir Salvatori, he used to be a member of a mens choir and loved to sing. This brings tears in my eyes.
The lyrics of this number can be found in the book of Psalms, nr 121, the choir sings it in the old rhymed version.