They planned a munchie day at work for today where everyone brings in a dish and then shares at lunchtime. I went back and forth for a few days, not sure what I should bring. I finally decided to make and bring a fresh salsa.
I woke up in a panic at 1AM this morning because I'd forgotten to go to the store for the ingredients. My first thought was to just throw together the brownie mix I had in the pantry and call it good. But I really wanted to do the salsa, so I decided to get up early and get to the store so I could make it before work.
It's a tasty snack, so it got the usual compliments, but one lady in particular asked for the recipe. She said she was going to bring some back to her coworker to try. Her coworker was on an organic diet as a way to help her fight her cancer, and was interested in anything new she could try.
So I emailed the lady my recipe and got an email in response. She said that her friend loved the salsa and that it was something she could eat on her new diet. She thanked me up and down. I wrote back to say she was welcome and I told her that I'd almost brought something else, but that I guess I'd made the right choice.
She wrote back and said, "You have no idea what you've done - you were guided. My friend is starting to struggle with the limitations of what she can eat. We see this as a new gift that will help her stay strong so she can fight her disease."
What she said - about being guided - made me think back to all the things that led up to that last step of putting the bowl of salsa out on the table in the breakroom. Had I really been "guided"? It seems I might have been. And for an awesome purpose. To re-inspire someone to keep battling cancer? Amazing. Overwhelming. In itself, inspiring.
If that's what being guided is, if it leads me to unintentionally and even unknowingly help others, in big ways or small, I hope to always go where I'm led.