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How Small Moments Snap Your Life Back into Perspective
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We were both on borrowed time. I had one foot out the door, Maggie, one foot in the grave.
On Friday, I was looking forward to leaving the hotel early. Why does the phone ring the moment I shut down my laptop, gather my purse, and enter the free mental space of my personal time zone?
Because the universe gets a kick out of our good intentions.
The caller ID said Front Desk. I picked up the phone halfway annoyed, hoping it would be a quick question, a short answer — so I could stay on pace.
“Hello, everything okay?” Trying to sound chipper.
“Everything’s fine. There’s someone here at the desk who would like to see the banquet space for an upcoming event. Do you have time?”
“Not much, but I’ll be downstairs in a minute.”
“Great, Maggie will wait in the lobby.”
My assistant had gone to set up a bridal suite with our hotel’s signature welcome basket of champagne, snacks, and goodies from the spa for a wedding couple this weekend.
I put my purse back inside my desk drawer, touched up my lipstick in the mirror by the door — headed to the elevator. When I entered the lobby, a woman was…
