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It Was Only a Dollar

Starbucks Coffee Cake

When I go visit my parents in Long Beach, I still rise from bed at 5AM but instead of heading for the gym I usually head to Starbucks for some alone time. You see my parents don’t rise and shine until 7, 8, 8:15, 8:30 … whenever! The house was built back in the 1930’s so there is not much insulation hence people can hear you walk, use the restroom, open and close doors and talk throughout the house. Instead of trying to stay quiet I use this as my excuse to head over to Starbucks.

Starbucks Coffee Cakes

Last Saturday morning, I walked into my regular on vacation Starbucks.

Do you know that I only go there a few times a month and the Barista remembers my drink! Sorry, got a little off the subject.

Where was I?

I walked into this Starbucks as I quite often do and a lady was standing in line just staring at the bakery items. I was thinking “I know there are lots of bakery items to choose from I bet she is having a hard time deciding what yummy bakery item to pick.” I wasn’t in a hurry so I stood there and waited patiently after all it was early I had no where to go and I had Twitter on my iPhone. I could stand in line a long time with Twitter to entertain me!

OK, I know, I keep getting off the subject.

Starbucks Scones

The lady who was drooling over all the yummy pastries finally ordered. With her limited English she ordered a bagel and a small coffee. The Starbucks partner said it would be $4.90. The lady dug in her purse. She dug some more. She gave four $1 bills to the Starbucks partner. She dug some more and found a penny, then a quarter. I could tell from her actions and her expression on her face that she was feeling very awkward. I thought, I know the feeling when I am not sure I have enough cash for a purchase–the stomach knots!

I reached into my purse and gave the partner a dollar to cover the ladies purchase. The lady looked at me with her gorgeous big brown eyes and her lovely genuine smile and said, “Thank you, thank you, bless you. You are a good person. You will have a good day today.”

I repeated these words in my head, “Bless you. You are a good person. You will have a good day today.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“Thank you!” I smiled.

“Thank you. Have a great day!” I replied.

She sat down to enjoy her coffee and bagel. I proceeded to order my coffee and oatmeal. The barista thanked me for helping the lady.


Then I saw at the big square table the beautiful middle aged — do I say middle aged? What exactly is middle age? I don’t want to be called middle aged!

Back to my story….

Is this a sign of middle age when you get off track?
Is it a sign of middle age when you don’t remember what you were talking about?

I am NOT middle aged. Right?!
This is a woman with so many stories in her head. No way is it middle aged! Hee Hee

Yeh, yeh, yeh! Back to my story….

Whenever I come to Long Beach, I quite often frequent this particular Starbucks early in the morning to enjoy my coffee, catch up on my social media friends, and smile because I am back home.

This middle aged woman is here every morning. I was surprised to see her here on a Saturday. I had never spoken to her before but decided that today I would just ask her what it is she does. She has that big square table covered with books, journals, an iPad, and a large attache’ bag that I can only imagine what treasures it holds. I asked her if she was a student. She said no, but she had thought about going back to school to work on her Doctor’s degree. I asked her, “Why she didn’t?” Sorry I didn’t listen well enough to that answer because I don’t remember why she didn’t.

Note to self: Listen when someone speaks to you. Listen and process what they say so you remember!

Note to self: This is not a sign of middle age. This is a sign of disrespect. This is a sign of not being focused. This is a sign of bad communication skills. I repeat. This is not a sign of being middle aged.

Continuing the story….

I then asked her what she does for a living. She said she was a Psycho Therapist. Wow! is this all destiny? Just this morning as I was driving here, I was thinking about the URL I had purchased some time ago Remarkable Women Inspire.

She asked me my story, I had told her about getting laid off, taking the time to reinvent myself through earning my two certificates. I told her how when I woke up this morning I decided it was time. Time to move on to that next chapter of my life. I know I need a job. I want a job. I also know that I think women are just remarkable. It is incredible how women always seem to get through life’s trials and tribulations on top. We always survive. We always make it through. I told her about the URL I had purchased and how I had been thinking about writing stories and getting people to write stories about Remarkable Ordinary Women.

She was so excited and asked me to repeat the URL so she could write it down. She was ready to go to my site and read these stories…but none of the stories are written yet. It hasn’t been the time yet! Universe….(my God)…are you telling me something? Is this the time?

I thanked the beautiful middle aged lady with shiny black hair for sharing her story. I told her I would love to write her story and asked if I could be in touch with her. She gave me her card it read Debra Brittain, LCSW with the words Life is About Creating Yourself;.

“Life is About Creating Yourself”

“Pam, it is time. It is time to create this next chapter in your life!” the voice inside me said.

Oh, the lady that I gave the dollar to…when she went to leave, she came over to me with her big beautiful smile and glowing eyes and looked deep into my eyes and said, “Remarkable things are going to happen for you.” She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She said thank you one more time and walked away.

“Remarkable things will happen to me….”

Thank you. Thank you, Universe. Thank you, My God. I am ready. I am ready for remarkable things to happen to me. I am ready.

All this because of a dollar.

May remarkable things happen to you!

With love,


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