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noticed Saint Patrick’s Cathedral at Fifth and Fifty-
First. Its Gothic spires and stunning stained-glass
windows beckoned me to enter. However, as soon
as I walked in, a voice in my head said, ‘No, not
here. This is not for you.' The words were clear and
unmistakable, and I felt a familiar shiver run down
my spine.
I turned around and left, wondering why I had
been so abruptly dismissed. Was it the tourist
crowds, the ornate decorations, or something more
intangible that didn't resonate with me? I didn't
know, but I trusted my instincts.
Three blocks further up Fifth Avenue, I spotted
another church. Passing through the door of Saint
Thomas Church, I immediately felt at peace.
"Where shall I sit?” I whispered to myself. ‘I
know. I’m sixty-two. I’ll sit in pew sixty-two’. I
walked down the center aisle and found it. The
church was empty. I went about ten feet in and sat
down.
After fifteen minutes of quiet contemplation,
seeking inspiration for my next book, I randomly
grabbed a prayer book from the rack in front of me
and started flipping through the pages. I wasn't
looking for anything in particular, just browsing.
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