Knitting - check. Gum. Gum? Gum!!
No gum. Fudge. I even comment to Mr. Hot Guy that I forgot my
gum (did you know that sympathy smiles look waaay better with dimples?)
After another full minute of fruitless searching for my take off gum, I give up.
I look up just in time to see an older woman smiling at my seat, or more accurately, at the seat BETWEEN me and Mr. Hot
Guy!
This should be the point where I say that I immediately thought charitable and loving thoughts toward this woman. That is NOT what happened.
For at least 15 seconds a string of epithets and woe ran through my head. And then I remembered - I remembered that I can't lose my true
mate.
If he's my mate, he would find a way to talk to me even if it meant he had to lean across her lap!
Soothed, I commenced neighborly conversation with Ms. Hot Guy Blocker.
Two minutes later she
takes out the world’s largest container of gum and offers me a piece!
Asked God for a Hot Guy. Asked God for Gum.
Hot Guy vs. Gum - the Gum won!
The Universe knew that this
particular hot guy wasn't MY particular hot guy and that I really needed a piece a freaking gum. So, it sat this woman right between us so she could hand deliver my desired piece of gum!
That's called manifestation.
Lesson:
You may not get what you want but you always get what you need. Be grateful.
Later in the flight I taught her how to knit on a round loom and all three of us ended up talking and laughing as we left the plane.
And since I tear gum in half, I had a piece for my return flight
too.
In Joy,
