After Sept. 11.....I happened to call a man on business who I didn't know
and have not nor will ever talk to again. But this day, he felt like talking. He
was head of security of a company that had invited the remaining members
of a company who had been decimated by the attack on the Twin Towers
to share their office space.

With his voice full of awe he told me stories of why these people were alive
and their counterparts were dead and all the stories were just little things.

You might know, the head of the company got in late that day because his
son started kindergarten. Another fellow was alive because it was his turn
to bring donuts. There were other stories that I hope and pray will someday
be gathered and put in a book.

The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that
morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he
developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive.

Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing
telephone...all the little things that annoy me...I think to myself, this is exactly
where God wants me to be at this very moment.