How to Become a Princess
First of all, to become a princess, you have to go to Europe. It is recommended that you be welcomed by the great people who welcomed me.
Since I have already told you about my royal treatment in Greece and Germany, I will focus now on Santhan in Romania!
He was simply at my service. He wouldn’t let me lift a finger. I don’t know about you, but most of my life, I have not been a princess. It takes some getting used to. It’s not all that easy. Sometimes it makes you want to cry. For instance, if someone took you to a street bazaar and said: “Anything you see here that you would like, tell me and I’ll get it for you,” how would you feel? Imagine a twenty-eight year old like this coming into your life and doing everything imaginable to make you happy.
Consider this: How would you feel if a splendid young man told you that he would love to cook a meal for you. Wouldn’t you almost swoon?
What if he said, “Wherever I am, there is a place for you.” I have to pinch myself.
Before Santhan and I drove off in his rented Dacia, we stopped at Monica’s office — Monica is the publisher of the Heaven book in Romania — to get directions to the mountains. When Monica mentioned to me that I would need some money, Santhan said: “Senora needs no money. I am taking care of everything.”
With Santhan right there, Monica turned to me and said: “Gloria, how did you ever find him?”
I said, “Monica, this is a mystery to me. All I can think of is the song from The Sound of Music: ‘Somewhere I must have done something wonderful…’ I don’t know how I got so lucky for this whole time in Europe.”
Well, Santhan, took care of everything, anticipated my every desire, spoiled me for life.
And there’s more!
For some time now, it has seemed to me that Heavenletters has turned me into Cinderella. Now I have proof. No tiny foot was involved. Rather it was a big one. No glass slippers, but rather cloth slippers that you put over your shoes to protect the floors when you tour the opulent Peles Castle in the mountain resort of Sanaia in Romania. The castle personnel take this very seriously.
Peles Castle
Santhan would not let me put the slippers on myself! He wouldn’t even let me get them for myself. When he went to get them, I called out, “Better make them big ones, Santhan.” (I was wearing crocs.)
So then Santhan made me sit down while he knelt down to put the slippers over my shoes. Can you imagine!!! Can life possibly hold more than this?
Right away we had to climb a long flight of stairs. When we got to the top, I saw that my left slipper had fallen off! It was like having a nightmarish dream where you visit a fancy palace and suddenly you look down and one of the slippers is missing, and everyone points to you and you know you are guilty of something unpronounceable. Fortunately, there was Santhan. He discovered the missing slipper at the bottom of the stairs. He ran down and brought it up and put it back on for me.
The slipper fell off two more times, and each time the same prince put it back on for me. I do believe that Santhan comes from royalty. Undoubtedly, he is a prince. And don’t you think that this experience officially qualifies me as Cinderella?
Cinderella!
Godwriting is a blog by Gloria Wendroff and is about Gloria's daily life as the Godwriter of the Heavenletters project that is having a profound effect on the lives of people around the world.
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