“Life is the movie you see through your own eyes. It makes little difference what’s happening out there. It’s how you take it that counts.” (Denis Waitley)
And then, just a few hours later (after government officials called) I got another phone call. It, too, was unexpected.
It had begun as a typical Friday, except that morning #5 stopped by before I went to work and announced the papers we’d been waiting for were coming that day.
I laughed and replied, “No, they’re not.”
He smiled and said, “You just keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better. But they ARE coming today. I know it.”
He said it was just a feeling he had, but I had to give him credit: he’d said all along that our papers were arriving a specific week. It was that week. I also had to give him credit for being firm in his belief. He had checked with me every day, “Did you pick up your mail? Did you get any mail today?” (Mail collection is a challenge for me. By the time I work all day and commute home, I’m so excited to see my children most of the time I forget mail is even delivered during the day! I typically remember to pick up my mail only a few days each week.)
Like a watched pot that never seems to boil, my mailbox had been unusually empty every single day that week. I know, because very uncharacteristically for me, I had checked it every single day: Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday.
Later that day, that Friday, #5 called me at work. “What are you doing? Are you driving home?” he asked.
“No, I haven’t left yet. I’m still working,” I answered. I had a big project I was trying to finish before the weekend. I had stayed at the office later than usual. ”Why? What are you doing?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m just at the house,” he said. “I came by to check your mail.”
“And?” I asked.
“You’ve got mail!” he rejoiced.
Wasn’t that a movie?
“It sometimes feels like a strange movie, you know, it’s all so weird that sometimes I wonder if it is really happening.” (Eminem)
I know what he means.
