Falling for Heaven (Four Winds) by Anne Conley Page A

thing with their life.  Others need some sort of vision.”
    “Steve Jobs?”
    Uri laughed at a memory.  “Steve was easy.  He knew he was destined for something, I just had to give him a slight nudge.  His arrogance played in my favor, I’m afraid.”
    “Who else did you say?  Emerson?”  Heather thought schizophrenics lived in their own reality.  Maybe that's what was wrong with him.  Maybe he believed this reality.  Was it harmful to play along?  Maybe if he got on some kind of medication, that would help…
    “Ralph and his cronies were on the right track.  I spent some time with him and Henry meditating on nature and its simplicities, and the rest just came to them naturally.”  Heather didn’t miss his little play on words.  “I’m proud of those guys.  Many people since them have learned to become closer to God through nature and His miracles because of the Concord gang.”
    “Who else?  What did you do to other people?”
    “I don’t do things to them, Heather.  I show them.  I make them think about their current path in life and what they can do to change it.”  He leaned back in his chair looking pensive for a while.  “Anne Boleyn took a little convincing.  I did show her a vision of herself as Queen, showed her the possibilities.  Unfortunately, she had very little faith and attributed the vision to witchcraft, which she began practicing more and more after I left her. It was her eventual downfall, I believe.”  His voice saddened.
    “Why did her destiny matter so much?”
    “Why?  She birthed the Virgin Queen.  Queen Elizabeth the First, one of England’s most pivotal rulers.  Elizabeth set a precedent for rulers to come and eventually brought the country to the heights that they enjoy today.”
    “So, God’s not Catholic?”  She joked.
    “God’s not anything, Heather.  He’s God.  He’s everything.”  Uri said simply.
    “Why are you here now, then?”  How elaborate this delusion was!  Heather tried to think of ways to get him to a doctor, before she shook the thought out of her head.  He's not my problem.  I have enough complications.
    “You are my assignment this time.”
    She scoffed at him again, then stopped herself when she saw the look on his face.  “Look, I’m not going to be inventing some life changing thing or develop some miracle process that will keep everyone from developing cancer.  I won’t have any ideas that will change the way the world thinks.  I’m a stripper.  Nothing there.”  She pointed to her head.  She could humor him for now, and then after tonight, she would limit contact.  He seemed nice and might make a good friend.  She would have to put romantic notions aside until he got treatment.
    He sighed again.   “That’s what I told Him, but He just told me to get to know you, and I would eventually see the destiny.  I must admit, you are an enigma to me.”
    She was pretty sure that he didn’t realize what he’d just said, so she let it slide.  “You’ve spoken to God about me?”
    “Yeah.  He usually tells me what the destiny is, but He didn’t with you.  I don’t get it.  I’m flying blind here.”
    Heather made the decision to take Uri with a grain of salt.  So he seemed to be crazy.  Something in his voice spoke to her, though, told her he wasn’t going to harm her, might even be good for her, somehow.  But she couldn’t listen to this nonsense anymore.
    “Uri, I like you.  You seem like a nice guy.  Really.”  She reached across the table and grabbed his hand.  He turned his palm upward and clutched hers back, sending a shock of electricity up her arm, which she tried to ignore.  “But I can’t talk about this with you.  I’m sorry.  It’s too…”  She squeezed his hand.  “Weird.  You know?”  Not letting him answer, she continued.  “It’s a little much for me to take.  I have enough craziness in my life without this.  Can we talk about something