One morning, I was running late for work and couldn’t find my phone. Suddenly I heard a loud “ding!,” the notification sound for a new text message. I whirled around and spotted my phone on the counter. I flipped it open. No new text message.
One day at work, I went into the library to find A Chair for My Mother to read with a student. The library, as it happens, is a huge mess. There hasn’t been a librarian working there in years and books are piled in random jumbles on every surface. With only a few minutes to spare, I looked wildly around and wondered out loud, “How on earth will I fi–?” My eye fell on the library cart in front of me. It held one book. A Chair for My Mother.
The first week of my summer job, I turned over in bed one morning and opened my eyes. 6:22. Weird that I hadn’t heard the alarm set for 6:20. I double-checked it. I had set it for 6:20 PM. Woke up on time anyway.
More times than I can count, I have grabbed a stack of copy paper to put in the machine at work and had exactly the number of sheets I needed for the number of copies I was making.
I dropped my (real) earrings into my purse before I had my hair blow dried. Afterwards I went to the nail salon and the pharmacy. A few hours later, I opened my bag and found only one earring. I turned the bag over, called all the stores I went to and searched the house, but nothing. I went outside to look for it in the car and found the earring glinting in the grass.
I searched multiple times for something new to wear to my friend’s wedding. I hadn’t been able to find anything and I was going to go with something I already owned, even though I didn’t love how it fit. Late one night a couple of weeks before the wedding, I popped out of bed to look online one last time. And there was the dress, on sale at Lord & Taylor and available only in my size. I ordered it and it was perfect. It sold out the next day.
You are never alone.
