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Surprise (part 2)

order isotretinoin online canada On a Friday afternoon, towards the end of August, I received a phone message from a woman who worked at my cousin’s employer’s Death Benefits department. In her message, she said she needed to speak to me, and could I call her back by 5pm. Unfortunately, I was working, and was unable to reach her before then. As luck would have it, the Monday following this call was the same day I went in for dental surgery. (I needed all four of my wisdom teeth removed.) As my significant other drove me to the surgery, I gave the lady a call.

It seems she had been trying to contact me for some time. First, she tried Ella’s mother, who said she didn’t know where I was, and had no number for me. Then she tried looking through the phone book. She found my mom’s home address, but the number she dialed was my uncle’s line. At some future point in time, I will better explain to you just how out of touch he is. For now, I’ll just say he’s not all there, and told her he didn’t know my number. He didn’t bother to mention my mother was in the bedroom across the hall from his, or to give the representative her number. In a last ditch effort, she sent a letter to the house for me, asking for my current address and phone number. Hence, the call.

The reason the representative wanted to speak to me was that I was the sole beneficiary for yet another life insurance policy. It was through the company and I knew NOTHING of it. Also, I was to recieve the stocks in her 401k retirement account. When combining the two, they were double what I had already recieved. I found myself shocked and sad at the same time. I thanked her for her efforts and for the news. After I hung up, many curse words came out, as well as a prayer and thank you to my cousin.

The icing on the cake came after my surery. I received a call, while happy on percosets and ice cream, from the representative from the cemetary. Yes, that was the day I found out I didn’t owe them any money, and my uncashed check was being mailed back to me.

The best way to describe that day was the intersection of blessings and karma.


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