Barnes and Noble. Casually looking for a book on giraffes for my fourth assignment with the Institute of Children’s Literature | Institute for Writers.
Me: “Do you work here? I’m looking for a book on giraffes.”
Young Lady: “No,” as she placed a GED study manual back on the shelf. “Maybe you can help me.”
Me: “Sure.”
Young Lady: “I’m interested in getting my degree to become a licensed mental health counselor and, I don’t know which entrance exam I need to take or the courses.”
Me: “I haven’t a clue, but my sister is a licensed mental health counselor in Titusville who is also certified in several areas including EMDR Therapy. Let me get you her contact information. She became a counselor later in life, for about ten years now. Her information should be relevant.”
Young Lady: “Thanks! I’m Chelsea, by the way. Just give me her info and I will contact her.”
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I don’t always have to know the answer. I can be the scarecrow who points the way.
How “God-incidental.”
Never did find that book on giraffes. Guess it’s time to write one.
