After a long spring break filled with countless hours at work, the last thing I wanted to do was go back to work until two a.m. on a Sunday. Can you blame me? Mondays already suck as it is, and it’s multiplied by a thousand after a long break, and then again when you go to sleep at three in the morning. I cried just thinking about it.
Despite what every bone in my body said, I got out of bed (at 3:30 p.m.) put on my uniform, and dragged my tired self to work. Not only was I expecting a slow night, I was expecting no customers.
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When I arrived for my shift, there was a single man sitting at the top of the bar. He was watching that night’s March Madness game while enjoying a pint. I got talking to him about life and what not, and he stated that he was a doctor getting ready to retire in June. That’s when I stated that I hope to one day practice as an OB/GYN, which just so happened to be his specialty.
He told me some war stories, and I told him some of my own (not quite up to par with his), and when he got ready to leave, he left me a business card with his personal number with a note that said, “You’re going to make it, and be a great one. Call me for anything. Of all the gin joints….
It really made me appreciate God a lot more than I already do. I thought about just straight up not going into work, but that is not the type of person I am. Had I altered my personality, I would have never received the advice or support I did. God’s plan is so incredibly great and equally as powerful, and our lack of ambition always hinders our success. Stick to your plan and the kinks will work themselves out.
