A conversation with a Scottish

The day I went to see Mrs. Dillon, she wore a blue floral dress with her silver hair plaited in victorian style, and greeted me with a bit long warm hug. She lost so much weight but her eyes are bright and sharp.

'I must tell you this; a week ago I was telling my friend that I wondered how you have been and wish there was a way to get hold of you because the last time I heard from you was 10 years ago. Then you phoned, a week after.' She said.

'How amazing! So is there any coincidence? Mrs Dillon'

'Yes it is strange...' She said and went the kitchen to make tea.

'Is there fate or not, do we have choices?' I persisted

'Oh yes we have choices, but what do you think about fate?' She threw the ball back.

'...I don't know..'

'Anyway, tell me about you, do yo love someone?'

'What is love then?' I want to know her definition.

'I think when you love someone, you want to tell them everything that happens to you.' a smile popped up on her face that is between sweet and gentle and she continued. 'you want to tell that person about your chipped finger nails, your opinions on an article ..etc.'

'then I love everyone.' blinking my eyes crazily, thinking "is that so simple?".

She widened her smile.

We had a cup of tea and some funny biscuit. She was solving her Sudoku puzzle, I was reading an article about Diana.

'Diana never passed her high school and read only romance novels. Do you know that?' I started the gossip.

'Yes, I know. She met Charles once in a party and she believed she would marry him one day.'

'Really? Does it mean she made her dream come true?'

'Diana felt so much pain herself that she could have compassion for the others' again she didn't answer my question.

'What about you? Mrs Dillon. You lost your daughter when she was only 20 years old!'

'My daughter was a difficult girl when she was little. The school she went to told me that she might have to leave if there is no improvement made by the end of the year. I was worried, but then surprisingly she changed slowly and made a progress academically as well as socially.'

'How come?'

'I asked my daughter, she said " Don't you know mom, I found Christ.' Mrs Dillon looked into my eyes passionately. Her green eyes are fiery.

'What is Christ?

'A way of living' she said.

More tea served. She gave some hints how to play sudoku and also showed me how well she did the crossword puzzle .

'What is "Ame"?' I pointed the oboslete english word in the puzzle.

'Soul'

I asked the permission to take with me the article "black sheep" written by her before we bid farewell

'I always think you are wise woman' I said

'You made a mistake!' She chuckled.

Black sheep

Ian Stewart tells (in Concepts of Modern Mathematics) this story:

An astronomer, a physicist, and a mathematician (it is said) were holidaying in Scotland. Glancing from a train window, they observed a black sheep in the middle of a field.

"How interesting!" observed the astronomer, "ALL Socttish sheep are black"

To which the physicist responded, "No, no! SOME Scottish sheep are black!"

The mathematician gazed heavenward in supplication, and then intoned, "In Scotland, there exists at least one field, containing at least one sheep, AT LEAST ONE SIDE OF WHICH IS BLACK."

- I always thought it's more glamourous to become an astro-physicist. No no, In fact a notion of a non-judgemental attitude of mathematician will make me look less likely a black sheep. -