
“Excuse me, what book is that?” A man pointed at the paperback tucked under my arm as I sipped my hot grande caramel macchiato and browsed through Moleskine journals.
“Oh, it’s Infinite Possibilities,” I replied.
“May I take a look?” he asked.
“Certainly.” I said, handing it over.
As he flipped through the pages, I couldn’t help but wonder about his intentions. I’m a regular at Barnes & Noble, but no one had ever approached me for a conversation before. Could this be one of those movie moments where a guy strikes up a chat, hoping to get a girl’s number? I doubted it—He must notice that I’m much older than he is, and I certainly wasn’t dressed to impress. Still, the thought lingered.
It was just past 5:45 p.m., nearing the 6 pm closing time on New Year’s Eve.
“Mike Dooley, I’ve never heard of him,” he said.
“I think he was on Mel Robbins’ latest podcast,” I responded.
I later realized I was wrong—it was a neuroscientist with the last name of Dotty, not Dooley, who had been on the episode.
The young man, casually dressed in a blue sweater, button-down shirt, and slacks, seemed to know about Mel Robbins. He mentioned reading about her 5 Second Rule, and we quickly found common ground, exchanging titles of self-help books which lead to discussing our professions.
At this point, I still wasn’t sure what his intentions were, but the conversation was pleasant and easy. He talked about building wealth with his wife, and they now had intentions to focus on giving back to others.
“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “after you’ve amassed riches and achieved your desires, it’s all about giving back.”
Interesting, I thought. Was this some sign, divine intervention? Could this be the serendipitous answer I’d been seeking? Maybe this was the direction I needed for 2025.
“Contributions,” I said, feeling a spark of realization.
“Exactly!” he replied.
We ended our conversation with a warm exchange of “Happy New Year” and “Take care.” I returned to browsing the journals, still reflecting on the strange nature of our encounter. These unexpected moments often seem to appear when I’m actively seeking spiritual guidance
As I waited in line at the register, I watched the man walk out the front entrance, empty-handed.



