First I’d like to apologize to my parents if they are reading this…I know this makes you very nervous!
So last night I was going to go pick Brittany up to hang out and she was a bit hard to find. The crazy kid doesn’t have a working phone so this is pretty normal but last night was a bit rough. I called her mom, no answer, her aunt claimed to not know her, and then sent me to her church and her cousin was not at all helpful. So after much searching and slowly driving around Cabrini, I went up to her place. The cops at the front gladly printed out a copy of my Id and I was on my way. I waited for about 5 minutes for the elevator which didn’t seem to be coming, pushed the button again and waited. Come on stupid elevator where are you? At this point I’m not nervous but you know, single white female here…a bunch of guys walk into the hall and I’ll admit at this point I’m a bit uneasy. An older guy, with a salt and pepper mustache walks up and starts pounding on the elevator buttons. The door opens and we step in, in what felt like the nick of time.
The elevator started moving; he asked my floor and kindly pressed the button. I then observed what seemed like very odd behavior, he started pounding on the 10 button, why I couldn’t be sure, and then he hit the alarm button…at this point I was both confused and not really sure what was going on. I think I kept my cool but I’m not really sure. He then proceeded to hit the door, no luck. His next move was to hit the door open button; it opened a crack and slammed shut. The final and most effective move was to press the door open button and slide the door open manually, followed by slamming it shut. At this point I know what I was thinking, “I’m never getting out of here, I should have jumped out when it was open!” Only a few minutes had passed but it seemed like much longer.
The elevator was on its way and we happily chatted about how old the elevators were and I thanked him for getting it unstuck in a way which must have seemed so awkward. All I can say is I am so grateful to God that I was stuck in the elevator with probably the nicest guy I’ve ever met in Cabrini and the one who knew how to fix the elevator! It was just one of those moments, when it was so incredible clear that God has everything all figured out, and why wouldn’t He?
Oh right – I told Brittany and her response: Yea don’t ride the elevators Camille!
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