I once knew this girl who thought she was God.She didn't give sight to the blind or raise the dead. She didn't even teach anything, not really,and she never told me anything I probably didn't already know. On the other hand,she didn'texpect to be worshipped, nor did she askfor money. Given her high opinion of herself, some might call that a miracle. I don't know, maybe she was God. Her name was Sati and she had blonde hair and blue eyes.
I first met her in the middle of the night alongside Highway10 in the Arizona desert. She was sitting - not standing like your usual hitch-hiker in the sand next to the asphalt.Had I been any more tired than I already was, I probably would have missed her. AllI saw was a flash of white in my semi's high beams. I was a couple of seconds down the road before I realised I'd just passed a person. My brakes took their time bringing my seventy-mile-per-hourrig to a halt In the rearview-mirror, my flash of white stood and walked slowly towards the truck.