My Friend and the Evil Eye

I have a good friend that works in the village nearby. He is from Turkey, he is a very kind man who has been here for close to twenty years. He works very hard everyday and sends money home to his wife and children. On night on his way home from work, he was riding his bicycle, and was hit by a car and was sent by ambulance to the hospital. I passed the accident in my car, I saw the ambulance, the police cars, and even the fire engines at the scene. I had no idea it was my friend, but it looked awful and tragic. I found out the next day, it was my friend, Mario. I was devastated. There was something about this man that hit a cord inside of me. Nothing scary, or even flirtatious, it was like he just knew who I was. He was always kind and respectful. Now that he was so seriously hurt I had to go see him in the hospital. And I did. I brought him a set of crystal rosary beads I had, to help him get well. He was quite thankful for the visit and the gift. Now he is home and getting better every day. I saw him today, while I was out flying around, and he gave me a gift. He said it was from his country. I opened it. It was a blue and silver evil eye. Beautiful, thank you Mario. He said, to keep it with me. Did you ever hear about putting the evil eye on your forehead?