God Doesn’t Make Mistakes

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The only time I went to strip clubs was when I was in my early 20’s. At one mob-run joint downtown, I became friends with a dancer named Emily. Emily loved for me to come in so she could talk. “Franco, you always see the best in me. After talking to you, I feel better about myself.” Emily had a sad story – but one thing tore at my heart: she was ashamed of being a stripper – and scared her two young daughters would find out one day.

I worked at an ad agency at the time and knew another agency that needed a receptionist. My friends owned it and would be pleased to interview Emily regardless of where she worked before. If she was good with people, could work the phones, and was a friend
of mine, she just about had the job.

Emily was thrilled about the interview and told all the other dancers about her new opportunity. She even bought a business suit so she could make a good first impression. She was so excited! The owners of the club didn’t mind because they had a lot of dancers; they wished her luck. It seemed Emily’s life had changed and she was finally catching a break.

A few days before the interview, an old mob guy (later shot to death in the local crime wars) gestured for me to come down to his end of the bar. He signaled the bartender to bring me a drink. When I was seated at his side and the drink was served, he turned to me and smiled. I knew not to speak until he did.

“Franco, you’ve got a beautiful heart – but you’re kinda dumb in some things. Ya know, God doesn’t make mistakes. All the people in this world are right where they’re supposed to be. Emily is never going to become anything more than she is right now. Ya see, people are like water – they rise or they sink to their own level. And that’s just the way it is.”

“Now I know your not going to believe me – but someday in the future, think back to what I’m saying and learn something. Capesh, paison? (do you understand, my friend?)”

The big day of the interview finally came. Emily never showed up. No calls. No excuses. No explanations.

I always thought it a sign of respect that not one of “the boys” ever mentioned the incident to me again.

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2 Responses to “God Doesn’t Make Mistakes”

  1. amy says:

    Im wondering who owned the club she worked at…

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