Ogne mmale nun vene pe' nuocere

Some misfortunes, looked at later, turn out to have been stepping stones.

A train lost, a destiny found

I missed the seven-ten train by two minutes. I sat down on a bench in the station, angry, and opened the paper. On the bench next to me there was a lady with a huge suitcase she couldn’t lift. I helped her get it onto the seven-forty, and on that trip we talked for half an hour. She works at the place where, six months later, I would send an application.