Last year we had a fire in the apartment next to us. The fire didn’t come through the wall but we did lose a lot of things to smoke damage. When the fire restoration girls came through they were going to pack up all of our belongings and take them for treatment. After they were finished we could sort through anything not salvageable.
On a daily basis I checked in with the girls to see how they were handling our personal belongings and if there were any questions in regards to how things should be packed or handled. It was quite stressful having strangers in your house going through things! We were also in process of buying our first home so my patience was thin and my moods drastic during this time.
On the second day I showed up without my prosthesis and only on crutches. The girl looked at me and brought me in to my closet explaining there was a problem. She explained she wasn’t sure why but there were about 17 shoes that she could not seem to find a match for. She looked at me completely baffled and apologetic. I nodded and she started to apologize stating she had no idea where the others would have gone but they haven’t yet come across the matches and what would I like her to do?!
Nodding in confusion myself I looked down at my one foot and said, “Well, were they all left shoes?” She said, “Oh let me check” while rummaging through the box and exclaiming “YES!” I looked down again at my one foot and looked back up and thought…Girl…Here is your sign!!!
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