An opportunity suddenly appears within a narrow time window. Will you act? Do you?
In a busy airport, a man saw just the right woman passing by
A journalist found himself standing at the entrance of a potentially great contact
Both men were on the hunt. They knew what they wanted.
In The Airport
Joseph Jaworski was running to catch a plane at Chicago’s O’Hare airport when he noticed a “very beautiful” young woman walking toward him. As she passed him, he stopped and looked into her eyes, which were “absolutely gorgeous.” He was certain he knew her. At that moment, he saw his future life with her. He ran after her and caught up with her. As she was about to hand her Dallas-bound ticket to the agent, he pulled her back and insisted they talk right then.
“Are you married?” he asked.
“No” she replied. “Are you?”
“Of course not,” he said.
He told her that he felt that they’d met before, although he knew they hadn’t. He insisted that she give him her name and telephone number. Without hesitation, she did. Jaworski later wrote about meeting Mavis. “In her presence, I felt this warmth. When my eyes met hers, it was a spiritual thing. When I ran after her, it was as if nothing else mattered. I can hardly describe any of this. It is very mysterious. But it feels like love.”
They were married within the year.
“It was the late 1970s and I had moved to New York City looking for my first job in journalism after graduate school. A new magazine was being published called Omni and I so much wanted to work for them. The magazine was being published by Bob Guccione, who was also the publisher of Penthouse magazine. So I looked in the phonebook, got the address, and decided to visit their offices. It was just a few blocks away from where I lived on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. The address turned out to be a brownstone, not your typical high-rise office building, but I had been to several other magazine offices whose offices turned out to be in brownstones, so I thought nothing of it. When I walked in, I was asked who I was there to see, and I said “Bob Guccione.” “Fourth floor,” I was told. So I got in the elevator, pressed the fourth floor button, and went up. When the doors of the elevator opened, there was no hallway or reception desk. Instead I found myself right smack in someone’s living room lavishly decorated with Persian rugs, large sofas, ornate chairs, huge paintings, a gold-framed mirror, truly sumptuous surroundings. Suddenly it struck me: I was in Bob Guccione’s home! Realizing my mistake, and since there was no one in the room, I pressed the first floor button, went back down, and left the building quite flustered. I now wonder: Did I miss an incredible opportunity? What if I had sat down on the couch and waited for someone to show up? Maybe my life would have turned out entirely differently.”
What would have happened had he stayed? Would he have been shot by a bodyguard, greeted by a welcoming office manager, or had a chance to meet the publisher and been offered a job on the magazine? He will never know.
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