least of my breathern

i was waiting at the p.e.i. ferry terminal for a friend...this young boy came up to me and began to tell me things about himself...life...and everything...he said he was going to p.e.i. to visit...whoever...i asked him how he was going to pay for the trip...he smiled and politely told me that his father was driving the boat...i couldn't figure it out...but it appeared to me that he was lying and telling the truth both at the same time...so i gave him money...years later i would see him again...he did not look the same...but it was him...this time he was to tell me that my brother was about to die in a hunting accident...(which happened in about a month from that day)...years later...yet again...he had his back turned to me...(did not look at me once and i had never seen him before)...and he said..."going to the third floor to apply for (nude) modeling , stu??? i hope so...that's what you are supposed to do"...a few years after this encounter i would again see him...he was different this time...illuminated...glowing...walked right into my bathroom and introduced himself...i was in the tub having a beer...i will never forget it...he was with a friend...and together they would turn my life story from improbable...to...impossible...now...what does this have to do with..."what you do onto the least of my breathern   you do onto me" ??? everything !!!