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Where God Wants Me
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>After Sept. 11th, I happened to call a man on business whom I didn't
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>know
and haven't nor will probably ever talk to again. But on this
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>particular day, he felt like talking. He was
the head of security for a
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>company that had invited the remaining members of another company who
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>had
been decimated by the attack on the Twin Towers to share their
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>office space.
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>With his voice
full of awe he told me stories of why these people were
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>alive and their counterparts were dead. In the end,
all the stories
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>were just about the little things that happen to us.
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>You might know, the head
of the company got in late that day because his
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>son started kindergarten. Another fellow was alive because
it was his
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>turn to bring donuts. There were other stories that I hope and pray will
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>someday
be gathered and put in a book. The one that struck me was the
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>man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
took the various means to
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>get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his
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>foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive.
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>Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss
an elevator, turn back to answer a
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>ringing telephone...all the little things that annoy me...i
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>think
to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this
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>very moment. May God continue to bless you with
all those annoying things.
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