I visited a high school teacher at his retirement home in Dasmarinas, Cavite a few weeks back and I was dumbstruck when he casually told me that he was just waiting for God to call him. The conversation pretty much went like this:
Me: Brother Harry!
Brother Harry: Oh my! Hello! Hello you precious girl!
Me: How are you doing?
Brother Harry: Doing fine considering everything and waiting for God to call me.