I'd prayed for a sign that I should take the new job.
Posted in , Mar 1, 2007
As soon as my boss told me our small finance company was closing I started interviewing for a new position. My first offer came from a big corporation. It wasn't what I'd hoped for, but as a single mom with a son in college and a daughter at home, I needed to get a job.
I also needed time to think it over. That was one thing the new company couldn't give me. "I need an answer in two hours," the supervisor said.
I hung up my office phone, stumped. I liked our small firm. I liked being able to know all my coworkers so well. Big companies weren't for me. God, should I take the job? Send me a red rose if so.
Well, I'd doomed the job with that prayer, I figured. There were no red roses in our modest quarters.
Lunchtime came and went. I glanced at the clock. Five minutes to go before my deadline. Looks like I'm not going to get that rose, I thought. Not that I'd expected to.
Just then a man stuck his head in the door. "Anyone want a rose?" he said holding out a bunch. "I got two dozen."
I was speechless. Twenty-three extra roses and four minutes to spare. I started my new (great!) job two weeks later.
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