You Reap What You Sow

The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, “I’ll get your coffee for you
right away, officer.”

The officer watched him walk away. “You certainly put him in his
place,” he said.

“That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all
this.”

She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at
him intently. “Jack, do you remember me?”

Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. “I think so — I
mean you do look familiar.”

“I’m a little older perhaps,” she said. “Maybe I’ve even
filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came
through that very door, cold and hungry.”

“Ma’am?” the officer said questioningly. He couldn’t believe that
such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.

“I was just out of college,” the woman began. “I had come to
the city looking for a job, but I couldn’t find anything. Finally I was down
to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the
streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw
this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to
eat.”

Jack lit up with a smile. “Now I remember,” he said.. “I was
behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for
something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.”

“I know,” the woman continued. “Then you made me the biggest
roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told
me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get
into trouble. Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food
in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right.”

“So you started your own business?” Old Jack said.

“I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I
started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered.” She
opened her purse and pulled out a business card. “When you are finished
here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He’s the personnel director
of my company. I’ll go talk to him now and I’m certain he’ll find something
for you to do around the office.” She smiled. “I think he might
even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some
clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need
anything, my door is always opened to you.”

Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance
before going their separate ways.

“Thank you for all your help, officer,” she said.

God is going to shift things around for you today and let things work in your
favor.

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God closes doors no man can open & God opens doors no man can close.
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