A turn for the even more interesting.

I got laid off from my place of employment of eight years. They called me into the manager's office one afternoon and told me business was slow, and they had to make some difficult decisions. It was classic. I'm grateful to have had this authenticating experience that would further identify me with the disenfranchised. Although at that point in my window service career I was praying almost daily that God would release me from my drudgery, getting canned was nevertheless disappointing.
As it turns out, the Almighty Ruler of the Universe knew what He was doing again, because I needed almost all my time off to finish strong in my spanish classes this semester. I barely finished all my papers and homework, even without a job. There is one girl who tends the language lab who would let me stay past closing time, clandestinely, and so I would be there typing reports in spanish all alone with the doors locked and the lights out until ten o'clock at night. Afterwards I would hike the half mile back to my van in the dark. Crime is frequent on and around our urban campus but I never saw anyone. And I looked. I don't practice karate on my punching bag every day merely for excercise. Neither was my van ever disturbed. There must be something about a window propped up by a screwdriver that deters the curiosity of thieves. Really, I thank God for protecting me. "If you make the Most High your dwelling- even the Lord, who is my refuge- then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways"(psalm 91.9-11).
I finished the last month of school tiding myself over with odd jobs. I made A's in my classes. This also I attribute to the grace of God. Clearly he has made my professors favorably disposed toward me.
I've since taken a job with a heat and air company owned by someone from my church family. I spend my days assisting one of his two servicemen, either a sixty-two year old country boy with a curly mullet who can trouble-shoot a condenser unit just by listening to it, or a young, heavily tattooed pentecostal cage-fighter. I really enjoy them both. Also, I had no idea that the science of heating and air conditioning was so fascinating. My life has taken a turn for the even more interesting.