One morning, I was at work, and a young man walked up to me and asked that I helped him power his phone. I didn't hesitate. I granted his request as though I have known him from anywhere. I haven't. In short, I didn't take note of him, I was busy cleaning up the office, and trying to meet up with time before delivery orders gets in.
He returned later in the afternoon, and I returned his phone. I forgot about it until Valentine's day. I had an already planned date, and we were supposed to meet in church, first in the evening, before we spend the rest of the evening together. I got to church early, attended service. When it was time to go, my date was unavoidably busy, and I decided to go home.
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While I walked out of the Tropicana Event Center, someone called my name, I turned, didn't recognize him at first. Then he reminded me who he was using my office, his phone, and how I helped him without hesitation. Great, I smiled, at least I have someone to talk to, till I got home.
When he asked if he could walk with me home, I accepted, we lived in the same region, and seeing my date went nuts, I allowed him.
Walking home, we talked and shared lots of funny stories, once I got to my destination, I bade him goodbye, and went home.
The next day, he visited my office, and we talked, I think he brought food, I had accepted his visit, on account that he brings food. So he prepared noodles and brought my favorite drink along.
We sat and talked, he made me talk a lot about myself. Before I knew it, I was mentioning the books I loved and my favorite authors. I hinted that I love the book, Mastery written by Robert Greene very much, but, I am upset that I can't get my hands on the hard copy.
I told him I finished the soft copy and would love to read the hard copy, as well as own it. I didn't know he committed that wish to memory.
A few weeks later, I wanted to resign from my job, and nursing the idea made me fearful because my boss had come to depend on me so much, the thoughts of telling him I want to go broke my heart. I needed to go. It was important.
One day, I wrote my resignation letter and mailed it to him. When he came to the office, I told him about the mail. He checked and was very upset. He asked that I leave. I wish he had discussed that I waited for a few weeks so he can find my replacement. He was too angry to think about it. I wasn't planning on leaving that day, I just wanted him to know I was going to leave, so we can work something out. Since I barely know how to talk to an angry superior, l hurtfully took my bag and left.
Before this, let's say, 30 minutes before the outburst in the office, a customer had placed a call to the office asking that I should send a dispatch rider to get a package and deliver it to someone in my region. I asked for the receiver's contact details and told the caller the price for the delivery service. He accepted. I send a rider to him.
I completely forgot about it. I was walking home when the rider drove up to me. "You're leaving already," he asked when he stopped. I smiled and said yes. "The owner of the parcel lives in this street"? I asked him. He said yes. I smiled. I didn't tell you I resigned. He was smiling up at me gibberish, I was wondering if he had found out. He didn't.
He told me to wait, stepped down from the bike, and brought a parcel out. He asked me to sign. What? How? Why am l signing someone's parcel? I asked him.
He smiled. Handed over the parcel and a pen to me. There, I saw my name. What the heck? The parcel is for me? How in the world did that happen? Who send it? He refused to answer. He said the human wanted to stay anonymous.
Gosh, I was so happy, I couldn't believe I always send parcels to other people every day, and on the last day of working with them, I received a parcel too. I felt as though the universe was saying thank you for all your efforts. I was glad.
I smiled in the streets, I couldn't wait to get home and unwrap the content. Once I got home, I threw my bag on my bed and ripped open the parcel.
No way! There were two books. I never paid attention to the second one. I was mostly interested in the first. Guess what? I got the hard copy of the book, Mastery. I jumped for joy. My joy knew no bound.
The universe was at it again. The peculiar reason I left my job was to find myself, my inclinations, and master them. I wanted to be one of the masters in history, the way the book described it the first time I read it.
Here I was getting the book as a gift. I thought the universe was sending me a message that I made the right decision. Even though I was hurt that evening, everything fell off, I was grinning from ear to ear, I couldn't wait to dig into that book for the second time.
The most memorable gift I have ever received is Mastery, by Robert Greene. Now, your turn, what is the most memorable gift you have ever got?