There's a Thief at The Door, Let Her In
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Doesn't that expression that just make you want to cliché someone right in the nose? Because it's more honest to say: when one door closes, you stoop and kneel like a humiliated fool at the keyhole, trying desperately to see in. One eye closed, the other weeping, for a time, your perspective is just too narrow to find solace in such wide-eyed ideals.
I know there are lots of people peeking through keyholes these days, still at the doorstep of of lost houses or jobs. Oh "what if, what if" — they're trying to trace back where things went so wrong. It doesn't matter. Doors are everywhere. You just don't know you're through them until you look from the other side.
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There are probably a lot of closed doors I'm grateful for, but one in particular affected profound change. I couldn't know it at the time — In fact, it wasn't even obvious for years. But if that door hadn't slammed in my face ten years ago, I'd have missed meeting two of the most important people in the world to me now. I find hope for the future recognizing how much a past disappointment turned out to improve my life.
The door was to a job. Man, I wanted it bad. Desperate to escape the dead-end I was on, I was SO excited for this great opportunity. The interviews had gone well. All indications were good. But then the news came: Somebody else got her foot in that door.
Thief!
I know who she was because, as it turned out, I got hired there some months later. I knew it! A charmer! She stole my would-be job with her California smile and clever wiles. I told my new friend Rufus J. So-and-So all about it — we'd started working together a few weeks after that damned door slammed in my face. While I spent six months toiling away at that place I met Rufus, that theif was in my chair! Blithely unaware of my destiny to be there anyway, she was busy establishing herself as the smart and funny one. She was good-looking. And everyone loved her. La-dee-dah.
We were friendly, but never particularly good friends. I moved on to another job, another city. She made a new life too — stole somebody's heart again and got a big promotion in Las Vegas. I guess when opportunity knocks, sometimes it's on a revolving door, because six months later, I moved to Vegas too. There we were, years later. Old associates in a new city. Same company, different jobs. We've been thick as thieves ever since.
Today is her birthday. A virtual door in itself. It's opening to a future full of exciting, unforeseen possibilities no matter what old doors are closing in its place. Yep, there's a heart-stealing thief at the door. I'm so grateful that other one closed on me years ago, so I can be here right now to let her in.
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Thank you, friend!
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