3 people

I watched a TV show on some off brand Dish channel this weekend. It was a round table conversation with 5 people talking about art and movies and other stuff. I started to think about the question “If you could invite any 3 people (living or dead) to dinner tonight, who would they be?” man that question is tough. Now I know this is all crazy but it gives insight into what is really important to you.
My Grandfather (Poppo) raised me for the most part. When my mother and father got divorced after everyone found out that my mother used to beat my sister and I. My grandparents took me in but I did not get along with my grandmother very well and Poppo knew that I (to paraphrase Ron) needed his understanding so much. He took care of me. My dad worked nights so I was in their care a lot. That man took me to every football game I had and picked me up from every practice until the time I could driver myself. My sophomore year I played varsity football and we had a game in Flagstaff, AZ about 3 hours north of Phoenix. He picked me up at 0200 in the morning. And the first thing he did is ask how I did. Not once did he act tired or upset. He was just happy to see me no matter what the time. He would be my first
My dad passed away on 02/12. I was close to mad dad in the past 12 years, I wasn’t close to anyone before that time) and he became my best friend. When he died I lost a big part of my life. I called him in Phoenix every day. Just to talk about nothing. You know sports movies what was going on in my life. I haven’t had that in the last few months. He would be my second.
Third is hard. I thought of a lot of people but in the end I decided. I would like to have Stuch. For me being a Christian was hard. I lived on the streets and did a lot of bad things. I had trouble trusting anyone or anything. I got in a lot of trouble and moved to Pittsburgh, PA. One night I was so hungry and walked into a Ukraine Catholic church (St Peters) and had a dinner of pierogi. I sat with an old man named Stutch Maverich. This old man was the nicest person I ever met. He gave me a job at the VFW cooking fish on Fridays and at St Peters helping on their pierogi sales on Tuesdays. (People in Pittsburgh eat a lot). He took me to church (even though I did not understand anything they said (it was in Polish) and he gave me something to believe in. he knew I was a history guy and he told me that even if I didn’t believe in the Lord at that time could I argue with history. After the resurrection, history shows us that not one of the decuples tucked tails and ran. They did not hide the fact that they had been with Jesus and saw him resurrected and alive. It would have been easy to renounce him or even just hide for fear of dying but instead they went to jail and died for their beliefs. How do I argue with that? I was saved three weeks after meeting this man and have never been the same. I changed for the better I think.
That’s my list. No super heroes, no sports figures, no artist. What does this show? I just can’t wait until I get to see them again in heaven.