The most beautiful moment

As I was walking home through the snow, I found myself wondering what the best moment of the day had been… and I couldn’t decide.
– Perhaps it was the moment when I woke up in the morning and realised I wasn’t feeling sick anymore – the night before, I’d thoroughly upset my stomach with food that was too greasy.
– Perhaps it was the moment when a manager told me he’d come across the Quadro through an advert in ZEIT online "Learning to forgive" came across… and that’s how the whole organisation would have found out about me (How on earth did ZEIT online find us? It wasn’t us!)
– Perhaps it was those moments when I saw that some thirty pastors and senior staff members were listening intently to me, taking notes and recording what I was saying about the insights I had discovered through coaching and psychological concepts. And during practical exercises on individual concepts, I could see from their expressions just how much this was stirring within them.
– Perhaps it was the lunchtime walk through the snow.
– Perhaps it was the moment when the leader, having noticed that I was disappointed there wasn’t a snowball fight, suggested we say goodbye with a snowball fight…
– Perhaps it was those moments when the man who drove me the hour to the nearest station, in response to my request, „Tell me a bit about yourself!“, briefly recounted his career and then spoke at length about the seven months leading up to his wife’s death – the most intense period of their marriage.
– Perhaps it was that time when I was sitting on the train, reading a novel to relax – one about a man who, after thirty years of a marriage that had grown stale, was trying to rekindle the love between himself and his wife – and as I read, a man in the next compartment was playing the accordion…A live concert just for me….
– Perhaps it was the moment when, after getting off the train at Berlin Südkreuz, I realised my mobile phone was missing – and the conductor on an ICE train allowed me to travel on to the main station, even though I didn’t have a valid ticket, in the hope that I might still catch my train there… (it was actually still there) and checked connections and timings on his mobile to help me. And I – whilst he was searching for me – found the mobile in the „wrong“ luggage bag.
– Perhaps it was the moment when I popped round to my neighbour’s – the one I often pray with – and told her that everything had gone well, and she was delighted for me….
– Or perhaps this is the moment… when, after a long, good day in which I’ve received and given so much, I fall into bed feeling grateful, happy and absolutely knackered… and look forward to sleeping like a log.