Inspirational short story and article taken from our christmas magazine 2018
As you might remember, the head of a company survived 9/11 because his son started kindergarten.
Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.
One woman was late because her Alarm clock didn't go off in time.
One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident.
One of them missed his bus.
One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.
One's car wouldn't start.
One couldn't get a taxi.
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 today..
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 the universe wants me to be at this very moment...
Next time your morning seems to be going wrong,
The children are slow at getting dressed
You can't seem to find the car keys,
You hit every traffic light,
Don't get mad or frustrated;
It may be just that
Love and the universe is at work watching over you.
May Good luck continue to bless you, with all those annoying little things
And may you remember their possible purpose.
.....and a personal story.
One day during the war my mother took me out to tea. The bombing started early but it quietened down and we decided to go home and said our goodbyes. But then little Jean decided she wanted to say goodbye all over again so we delayed 5 minutes more. Halfway home we heard a swish and a bomb exploded before reaching us. We crouched down behind a fence; the air filled with sound and light as a basket of incendiaries came pouring down just the other side of the fence. An excited Jean called out, "pretty lights! pretty lights!" Mum was less thrilled. When we continued on home we found that the first bomb had fallen into the very road that we would have turned into at the wrong moment; all that was left was a mass of broken bricks. All because I said goodbye again. Both Mum and I hope we have used our second chance well.