In my head at least, this is a lost Monty Python sketch… you may prefer it had remained lost!
INT, DAY, CAREER GUIDANCE COUNSELLOR’S OFFICE. STUDENT LOITERING IN DOORWAY
COUNSELLOR:
Come in! Please! Come, take a seat. Tell me, what can I do for you?
STUDENT: (entering)
Well, it kinda says on the door… I was after some career guidance.
C:
Of course! Wonderful that young people are so proactive these days. What sort of career or careers have taken your interest?
S:
Only the one career.
C:
Very decisive of you. And that one is?
S:
Chosen one.
C:
Chosen one?
S:
Yes, that’s right, chosen one.
C:
(pauses) You are looking at a career as…the chosen one?
S:
It’s a calling. I’ve been called.
C:
(hesitant) You’ve been called… Have there been any signs? Any miracles? Any unexplained phenomena?
S:
An electronic gate. It opened automatically for me.
C:
Lots of gates do that.
S:
This one didn’t have a sensor. It just opened. For me.
C:
There could be lots of perfectly reasonable, rational explanations for that gate opening. Malfunction, for example. A short circuit. Some electrical disturbance.
S:
I find your lack of faith disturbing.
C:
Well, it really isn’t much to go on now, is it? Have there been any other incidents?
S:
I stopped a bus.
C:
You stopped a bus?
S:
Is there an echo in here? Yes. I stopped a bus. It was coming towards me in the road, and I put my hand out in front of it, onto the windscreen, and stopped it.
C:
Were you at a pedestrian crossing?
S:
Yes…
C:
Is it possible, in any way, that this bus was, perhaps, stopping anyway to allow pedestrians, such as yourself, to cross the aforementioned road?
S:
(snorts) It’s possible.
C:
Ok… anything else? Two pieces of evidence you see, if such they are, is hardly conclusive. Even sainthood needs three miracles these days.
S:
No, just the two.
C:
Well, as your careers guidance counsellor (gestures to the sign on the door), let me counsel you then to go out into the world, do good deeds, a bit of helping the meek, making sure you recycle, save the planet… generally live a good life. You could start by volunteering at a charity shop?
S:
A charity shop! I come in here telling you that I’m the child of a supreme creator, and you want me to volunteer in some dingy charity shop? (getting increasingly irate) “Here, Jesus, come down off that mount and stop sermonising, Mrs Jones wants her Dan Brown boxset bagged up”… “Never mind that restituting the meek malarkey, how much are the Princess Diana tea plates?” For the last time, stop healing the blind and the lame, there’s a queue of irate pensioners at the till and they’re getting hangry!” (storms out)
C:
(to camera) That’s the problem with kids today. Want it all on a plate… Next!
A Certain Point of View 
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