Where you are supposed to be

 I happened to call a man on business who I didn't know and have not nor
 will ever talk to again. But this day, he felt like talking. He was head
 of security of a company that had invited the remaining members of a
 company who had been decimated by the attack on the Twin Towers to share
 their office space. With his voice full of awe he told me stories of why
 these people were alive and their counterparts were dead and all the
 stories were just little things.

 You might know, the head of the company got in late that day because his
 son started kindergarten. Another fellow was alive because it was his turn
 to bring donuts. There were other stories that I hope and pray will
 someday be gathered and put in a book.

 The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that
 morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he
 developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a
 Band-Aid. That is why he is alive.

 Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a
 ringing telephone...all the little things that annoy me...I think to
 myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment.

 May God continue to bless you with all those annoying things.



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