The other week I had trouble with the bank. They’d sent a letter saying there was something wrong with an account – but there wasn’t.
I didn’t really want to go and talk to someone face-to-face because I was angry and upset .
So I tried telephoning, but couldn’t get my questions answered.
I emailed – but the person I had an email address for no longer deals with that particular account.
Eventually I gave in and made my way to the local branch. Well the guy who was there tried his very best to help solve the issue and made some calls on my behalf. While we were waiting for someone to answer his phone call, he started asking me about The Dream House: what kind of company are we? What do we do? and so on. Before I knew what was happening, he was telling me about some of the dreams he had had as a kid and wanted to know what they meant. When I got up to leave, he thanked me profusely and said he’d always been concerned that the dreams meant that he was weird (they didn’t!)
It seems that there was a plan other than mine at work here – the last thing I wanted to do was talk to someone in the bank face-to-face, but for the young guy who worked in the bank that was exactly what he needed to happen: me to be there and to reassure him about his dreams.
So my question to you is this: who’s agenda runs your life?
Sweet Dreams!
Whispers in the Night 