After September 11th, I happened to call a man on business whom I didn't know and will probably never speak to again. But this day, he felt like talking. He was head of security for a company that had invited the remaining members of a firm that 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 all the stories were just little things.
- 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.
- 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 due to an auto accident.
- One missed his bus.
- One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.
- One's car wouldn't start.
- One went back to answer the telephone.
- One had a child who dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he should have.
- One couldn't get a taxi.
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 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, maybe this is exactly where I should be at this very moment. And I pray to be patient with those annoying little things.