So I was headed into the office this one particular day, and as I got into the elevator, this 1-800-Flowers delivery man got in too.
He was holding a small bouquet of six of the most beautiful pink roses. I mean, just beautiful. And as I asked him which floor he was going to, I turned in said, “Oh you shouldn’t have”. And he said, “Oh no, these are for Ms. Chemeeka Evans.” And I said, “I’m Chemeeka Evans”. And I looked and me in disbelief and said, “Okay, well these need to go to Suite 324A”. And I was going to sweet 324A. I was the Chemeeka Evans, that worked in Suite 324A and according to him, those were my roses!
So we get up to the 3rd floor, we both get off of the elevator, and I told him that I was Chemeeka Evans, in fact, I worked at the front desk and someone else was covered at the time, so that I could take my lunch break. I got my idea and I showed him. If those roses were for Chemeeka Evans, then those roses were for me.
I had just returned, a couple of days before from Sanibel Harbor Resort on Sanibel Island with a family that I had babysat for. I went with the family, while on their annual company trip to take care of their three kids, two boys and a girl, (ages 7-boy, 6-girl, and 4-boy) while the parents enjoyed some down time.
Their parents were so pleased with how well I took care of the kids that they just wanted to thank me.
What was even more for me than that was, what were the chances, by Almighty God, that I would be walking up into the elevator with the same person that was there to deliver the flowers for me.
The whole act of it, just warmed my heart completely.
The lesson in this: Don’t be afraid to take a chance to pull your name out of the hat as the one with the winning number. It just might be YOU!