Jerry stepped into the garage elevator and saw Mike standing in the car. “Morn’ Mike, what’s happening?”
“About to puke, Linda Smith was here earlier; take a deep breath, ode da skunk number twenty two.”
Jerry turned and pressed the button for the sixth floor, he really wasn’t ready to confront Mike’s negativity.
“Hey, Jerry, you think she bathes in that stuff every morning. I know it’s her, cause I walk past her cube every day and the same mist blows me over.”
Jerry looked up at the number indicator. Oh Lord; send this thing to six as fast as you can. “So, Mike, are you working with the Wilson account, I hear there is a lot of leg work in that thing.” Maybe changing the subject will help.
“Man, I can’t believe you asked that. That crazy ol’ bitty has me running from New York to Boston every other day. Have you ever got a look at her in person, shessh.” He paused, “you know there are a bunch of ugly folks in this world.”
Jerry turned and looked at the man standing in the elevator with him. “Mike, have you ever thought that God made us all just a little different? We are like snowflakes, each of us special.” Now, he’s going to blast me.
“Well God doesn’t smell like Linda or look like that Wilson woman, at least I hope not.”
“Hope not Mike?” Jerry’s mind raced back to the Sunday sermon. “Do you think God is concerned with our fragrance or beauty? God loves us no matter what.”
The door opened and Mike pushed past as Jerry held the door. Guess I’m glad he didn’t answer.
Later that day a familiar face appeared in Jerry’s office doorway. “Hey, man, can we talk?”
Jerry looked up. “Mike, I was just thinking about the Wilson account, I have some data you can probably use.”
“No man, not about that.” Mike had a serious look on his face.
“Sit down, shut the door,” Jerry stood from his desk and pointed to the small round table in front of his bookcase.” Something’s up.
Mike settled into a chair opposite Jerry. “You think I’m a real S.O.B., don’t hedge, I know it, everyone thinks that.”
“Well, Mike, sometimes your attitude concerns me, but hey, I’m not your supervisor.”
Mike looked straight across the table. “Word is, I’m about to get canned.”
“I haven’t heard that.”
“Something going on with the Wilson account?”
“Well, you are never late for work and you put in extra hours, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know, except maybe someone doesn’t want me here. Maybe they don’t like the way I look. Who knows.”
“Yeah, I think someone found out about my son.”
“You know, he was caught in school selling cocaine. He’s eighteen, so he’s going to prison. We mortgaged the house for his defense, but he got fifteen years.”
“So why are you in my office telling me all this?” This man is crying out in pain.
“I got to thinking about what you said.”
“Yeah, that God makes us all different, and he loves us no matter what. Even S.O.B.s.”
“That’s right.” Jerry picked up the Bible off of his desk. “And all of us, as you might put it, are ugly different.” He chuckled. Jerry put his finger on a book mark. Look at Nahum I hope he doesn’t jump up and run away. Jerry read, “The Lord is good, a stonghold in the day of Trouble and he knows them that trust him. I skipped a little of it.”
Mike sat with his head bowed. “Michael is just a kid, I don’t know what to do.”
“Listen Mike, there’s a lot of healing going on right now, if you will let Jesus handle the problem. The only thing you can do at this point is give it to Him. You have to love your son more now than every before, turn the corner, turn hurt into love. Jesus loves Michael just as much today.”
Mike stood up and offered a hand to Jerry. “Thanks man.”
Jerry strained to listen as he watched Mike walk down the corridor and stop at Linda’s cube.
Mike leaned over the low cube. “Hey Linda, cool perfume, I got a hint of it walking by, what’s the fragrance? I might get some for my wife.”
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