Have you ever been given the gift of time? Has someone put an hour into your pocket? That’s exactly what happened to me when I was recently in Denver on a trip to both scout colleges and participate in a school competition.
My cell phone battery was running low. So I dug into the pocket of my suitcase where I keep my charger. Wrong one. Wrong one?? Where did this thing come from? I’ve had this old out-of-date, un-cool phone since Apatosaurus was still named Brontosaurus.
Somehow, in the mayhem of all the travel I’ve been doing lately I must have mixed up my charger with one of the kids’. Now I was without oomph. No gas to connect and I had a meeting in 2 hours. Meetings all day. Who knew I’d become so reliant on this little black phone?
After a display of generosity from the team where all members showed their chargers and I tried every last one, I faced the music. I needed to head out to the Rite-Aid to buy a new cord. It wasn’t just the money I didn’t want to spend. It was the time. I wanted breakfast. I wanted a quiet session of yoga before a work day as personal coach. I give better on a full tank just like my phone.
Now I had to hunt and peck in streets unfamiliar to find not just any cord, but the right cord.
The thought alone drained my battery.
As I headed out to beat the streets I stopped at the front desk of the Embassy Suites on Hampden in south east Denver. I mentioned my dilemma and asked for advice as to the closest shop to assist me.
That’s when the overhead angels descended and the trilling choir began to sing. “Well, we have this basket of cords people have left in their rooms,” said one of the team of smiling faces from behind the desk, “Maybe one of them will work for you.”
On the fifth try I was plugged in and charging.
No hassles. No driving. No lost feeling roaming streets and store aisles cursing the high tech world for making every phone cord with a different coupling.
Simply joy. And yoga. And breakfast.
My clients heard the difference a fully charged battery makes all the day long.
What altared spaces do you make out of things you’ve lost and found? Have you ever been rescued in a moment of circumstantial need? How does a kind and smiling voice charge your tired, drained battery?