My friend rang my room about an hour before my airport shuttle. “When is your check out? Do you have a few minutes?” Me: “Sure! Please come.”
[She was beaming when she entered. We only see each other when I visit the resort, so we are always smiling. This was bigger.]
“I had the most wonderful adventure last night. May I tell you? It’s about my son…”
[Here’s where the purpose shows. Being a great mom for her only child, a son, now an adult and living in Guadalajara, is very purposeful for her.]
“My son is a designer for a film company, and he is in town for a celebration of their new film, The Whale, with Brendan Fraser. He is too polite to ask for tickets for his parents, but yesterday I won two tickets and was able to go! And there’s more…”
She went on to tell me how she’d entered to win two tickets, and won. But the tickets turned out to include more than just getting to see the film (by happenstance, kismet, manifestation, “yes!”... whatever you want to call it).
Why I like to call this a “yes!” is because it includes a series of choices that add up to this wild and wonderful adventure that kept unfolding, until two in the morning.
It included:
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