It's only a few days until the Five Year anniversary of September 11. What a day that was for the United States. Two planes crashing into the World Trade Center in New York, one into the Pentagon in Washington, D.C., and one into a field in Pennsylvania.
That day I dropped off my youngest daughter at her school and then drove to work at Radio Shack to open up and then do my job, be a salesman. But the news came in about the planes hitting the World Trade Center and the day changed. People started coming in to buy TVs for their offices so they could still be at work and yet watch what was going on. I sold a bunch of TVs and antennaes...and felt bad doing it. I felt like we were profiting on the bad news. Then I just remembered that we didn't raise our prices, we just sold what people came in for.
Throughout the day people came in from the other stores in the shopping center when they were on break to watch the TV. People in shock, strangers standing around talking to each other, and I tried to talk and meanwhile keep working. But work seemed meaningless in the middle of such tragedy. Different times throughout the day I thought I would lose it because I was thinking about all that had happened and of course no one knew what else would happen. It seemed to just keep getting worse. When would it end!
At some point I realized that God had me right where he wanted me that day, in a store with people who needed a listening ear ... someone who was one of them.
That day I dropped off my youngest daughter at her school and then drove to work at Radio Shack to open up and then do my job, be a salesman. But the news came in about the planes hitting the World Trade Center and the day changed. People started coming in to buy TVs for their offices so they could still be at work and yet watch what was going on. I sold a bunch of TVs and antennaes...and felt bad doing it. I felt like we were profiting on the bad news. Then I just remembered that we didn't raise our prices, we just sold what people came in for.
Throughout the day people came in from the other stores in the shopping center when they were on break to watch the TV. People in shock, strangers standing around talking to each other, and I tried to talk and meanwhile keep working. But work seemed meaningless in the middle of such tragedy. Different times throughout the day I thought I would lose it because I was thinking about all that had happened and of course no one knew what else would happen. It seemed to just keep getting worse. When would it end!
At some point I realized that God had me right where he wanted me that day, in a store with people who needed a listening ear ... someone who was one of them.
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