As I entered the elevator on the 37th floor, my bracelet snapped and fell.
A lady handed it to me before I even realized what happened.
“Is there anything missing? Do you have all the parts?,” checked the man behind me.
“Yes, thank you,”, I quipped.
“Are you sure? We can have the elevator shaft opened,” he asked again after seeing the worried look on my face.
“It’s fine, I’m just wondering if it meant something. Maybe I should stop believing too much,” the paranoid me blurted.
“Nah, you’re just being tested. We should always keep believing,” he said before making his exit.
Words of wisdom from a complete stranger who went out of his way to make sure I was okay. How can I stop believing?
