The woman assistant, who I judged to be around 30, dealt with my request in an unusually friendly and efficient manner. You might assume that it was down to nothing but experience, but I know my people and I felt it was more than that. ‘You have an air about you,’ I said. ‘Do I?’ ‘Yes, an air of competence and control which suggests more than just experience. Have you been to university?’
‘Yes,’ she said. And then she told me how she had considered going back there to do her doctorate but had changed her mind because she was tired of the work and exams, and why she had chosen to work in a shoe emporium on a retail park because she thought it pointless spending her life being stressed.
Here was a woman talking my language, a woman of evidently substantial intelligence who had spurned the usual success imperative conditioned into us by the culture and gone her own way. I gave her my standard reply:
As I see it, a job is a job. It doesn’t matter whether you’re a brain surgeon or a bus driver. As long as the job pays sufficient for your needs and you’re comfortable doing it, it’s right for you.
I sensed an energy flow complimentary to my own, which is most unusual. In fact, it’s almost unheard of. It’s no exaggeration to say that I felt lifted out of the Hell Realm and placed back on the Human Realm. I went on my way much bolstered in spirit, and even the troublesome physical sensations which have been evident lately were greatly relieved.
Maybe it won’t last. We were, after all, merely ship passing in the night. I shall probably never see her again and I probably don’t need to, but I won’t forget the little splash of something magically uplifting which she threw my way without even realising it. And that, as I’ve mentioned before on this blog, is how dear old Rabbi Lionel Blue defined an angel. I’m content with that.
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