No Chance Meetings

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Sometimes I meet a person and I know our meeting wasn’t an accident.  Today, I remembered one of those times.

About nine years ago, I was in a fast food restaurant with my daughter who was five years old at the time.  We were meeting a couple of her buddies there because they liked to play in the indoor playground.  While we were waiting for our food, an woman, probably in her sixties, smiled at me and told me that I had a “glow about me” and that there was something special about my demeanor.  She asked me what I did for a living and I told her that I was a fulltime mom.  I explained that I had previously worked in healthcare and that I had dreams of becoming a writer someday.  She told me that I would become a writer, and that I needed to remember that sometimes my house would be messy, but that I should to make the time to write anyway.

So if you come to my house and it’s more than a little messy, you will know that I’m just heeding the advice of a complete stranger; well, maybe not a complete stranger, I did find out that her name was Lee.  I have a feeling Lee may show up again in my writing.

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