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A week of highs and lows. Of time spent with the horses, of wonderful, uplifting, encouraging conversations.
And. A week of conversations that made me think, If I am ever in another Relationship I have so much to learn, so much work to do on myself, so much I want to do differently.
A week of looking in the mirror and thinking, I’m not young anymore. I have lines on my face I didn’t have before. And they’re not laugh lines. I’m not pretty. No one will ever love me again.
(I’ve gotten pretty good, over the years, at not indulging in negative self-talk. But I succumbed. And I noticed.)
Like I said. It had been a long week. And it was only Wednesday.
But on this Wednesday I had gone into The City for the monthly meeting of coaches and, as always, it filled me up.
I was standing in the hallway outside the hotel’s restrooms, waiting for a friend to come out so we could walk together to the train station. Standing, not thinking, just basking in the afterglow of a really good meeting with friends and colleagues and a speaker who had given me a lot to ponder.
I looked up from my pondering, and there was a man standing in front of me.
“Excuse me,” he said, “but I just had to tell you. Even from across the room. You’re beautiful.”
I gaped at him.
“Really,” he went on. “Stunning.”
I’m talking to an angel, I thought.
“This isn’t a pick-up,” he hurried to add. “I’m here with a date. I just had to tell you.”
“Thank you,” I managed to say. “I appreciate that.”
“You are, you know. Really. Beautiful.” I could smell alcohol, he had clearly come out of the bar, not out of our meeting, and was headed for the restrooms. I’d never seen him before. Maybe the angel took on the smell of alcohol to make himself seem real, I thought. Or maybe the alcohol made it easy for the angel to nudge him to action. Either way, it was exactly what I needed to hear.
“Thank you,” I said again. “I really appreciate that.”
Thank you, Angel. Whoever you are.
Take notice, the next time one of your angels whispers in your ear and nudges you to be an angel for someone else.
Are you willing to let yourself be nudged?
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