I was at the grocery store busy with my weekly shopping when I stumbled upon a wallet in the middle of the cereal aisle. Naturally I picked it up and started looking for anything that would help me find the owner. It was full to bursting with credit cards and cash but I could not find any identification. I decided to hand it over to the manager of the store.When I turned the corner I came across two men in a heated conversation. One appeared to be a customer in his late sixties and the other a harassed looking employee. The gentleman appeared to be irritated and I wanted nothing more than to just slip past both of them when I overheard the costumer going on about how he lost his wallet and saw him handing over his business card with all his details to the employee.I interrupted him and asked him to describe the wallet to me and what was inside it and handed it over to him when I was convinced it was his. He thanked me profusely and wanted to show his gratitude by buying me a drink. I declined, wished him best of luck and left.

I never really thought about the incident until years later when I was applying for a job at different pharmaceuticals companies. I had just graduated from school and was eager to finally make my way in the world. So far, I hadn’t had any luck and was still looking for the ideal job I had been dreaming of for the last 5 years. I finally got a second interview from an office I had my heart set on for a while .To say I had a tough morning would be an understatement. The shower broke, I had no hot water. Later I burnt my breakfast and spilled milk on my freshly pressed suit. The extra time it took me to clean up the mess and rummage around in my closet for something to wear, left me with no time to compose myself and caused so much anxiety and stress to my already frayed nerves that I barely made it out of the apartment. I was already running late and it started to rain. I was finally able to hail a taxi after standing in the pouring deluge for 10 minutes and got to the interview 15 minutes late. Things really took a turn for the worst after that. I was rattled, I couldn’t keep up with the interviewer and got confused over the questions I could have answered in my sleep. By the time the interview ended I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. As I was leaving I saw a man come out of the elevator who looked vaguely familiar.He looked up at me, smiled and said, “What are you doing here?”

And I knew everything was going to be alright.