A reminder

This morning, it was pouring rain. My feet and the bottom of my jeans were soaked within one block out the door. I was tired.

I needed to mail some NetFlix movies in. It was kind of awkward rifling through my bag for them, umbrella in hand, all while I walked down the sidewalk approaching the mailbox.

(Because my building, like most New York apartment buildings, does not have a slot for outgoing mail. Neat, right?)

I finally got the NetFlix DVDs out, got my umbrella situated again, and walked toward the mailbox. As I stood there in the rain, I couldn't figure out how to open the slot...not because I'm an idiot, but because I had no free hands and the handle was kind of stuck.

But then, a man walked up to the mailbox to mail something. Not just something, though. A NetFlix DVD. He looked at me and smiled and said, "Looks like we're doing the same thing." And then he opened the slot for me and let me drop my movies in first. He followed, we smiled at each other again, and we went on our merry way.

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I think sometimes, God just likes to remind us that we're not alone.