In The Coffee Shop Part 5 (Conclusion)

Although I was glad to be fired, there was a downside:  I didn’t have a job anymore.  But I still had to eat, pay property taxes, a phone bill, and an electric bill.  So, I started job hunting, but no one wanted to hire me, because when they called my boss, he gave them such a bad report that it made it look like I was going to ruin their business.  On the verge of applying at the nearest fast food restaurant, and one step ahead of being late on some bills, Ethan called me.  “Have you found a job yet?”

I reluctantly told him I had not.

“Have you ever considered working at a coffee shop?”

“Are you offering me a job?”  I asked a little hesitantly, not wanting to jump the gun.  “Because I’ll take anything right now.”

“Great, my helper quit yesterday.”

“Your helper?”  I asked, a little confused.

“Yeah, my little sister got a job cleaning tables at a restaurant.”  He came back to the point of his call.  “I can’t pay what you used to make, but you might be able to pay your bills, and this might tide you over until you get the job you’re looking for.”

I could hardly believe my ears.  Ethan was the owner of the coffee shop?  All that time, and I’d never known.  I tried to recover so he wouldn’t notice the pause.  “Ethan, I can’t thank you enough.  What time do you want me to come?”

And that’s how I started working at Ethan’s coffee shop.  He taught me everything about espresso and cappuccinos and lattes, and for the first time in years, I looked forward to work in the mornings.  I loved being behind the counter, I loved the costumers…and I loved my boss.   The more I was around Ethan, the more I liked him.  He was…amazing.  Godly and patient and willing to keep on doing better all his life.  I looked forward to spending every morning with him, and I prayed about him every afternoon when I went home.  It was obvious to me that he was the one God had been saving for me as our friendship slowly began to change into something deeper.  And then one evening, he asked me out to dinner.

I said yes.

That was years ago, today we’re celebrating our fifth anniversary.  We live with our two kids above the coffee shop that Ethan still owns, and we’ve opened a new one closer to the big businesses downtown.  Our four year-old daughter loves to go to work with Daddy, and she already knows how to run the espresso machine.

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2 Responses to In The Coffee Shop Part 5 (Conclusion)

  1. Lori says:

    Ahhhh, happy ending’s are the best! Thanks for sharing this story 🙂

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