A year ago today I married the beautiful Holly in New York’s Central Park. What a day that was, a mixture of bliss, joy, and anxiety. No, I wasn’t anxious about marrying her, nor did it have anything to do with fear that one of our guests would get awkwardly drunk and start removing their clothes (although that would have made for an interesting blog post). It was about rain on our wedding day.
While marital lore says this brings good luck, the approaching storm looked like anything but a good omen. Moments before the ceremony, I found myself telling God, “you can’t let it rain and screw up my wedding.”
Well, it did rain, forcing us to move mid ceremony from Shakespeare Garden to the pagoda beside Belvedere Castle, joining 100 plus New Yorkers and tourists sequestered by the rain. On went our ceremony with our wedding party now tripled in size. Within moments of the move the rain stopped, but almost everyone stayed.
Complete strangers chose to temporarily suspend their plans and celebrate the joining of two lives. They took pictures, beamed from ear to ear, and even shed a few tears of joy. When our minister asked the assembled biological and extended human family if they would support us in our marriage a booming chorus, much louder than I had ever expected, exclaimed, “We will!”
The moral of the story: I was wrong to believe a little rain could ruin such a blessed event. Rain brought together people who would have otherwise never benefited from the presence of one another.
Today, you’ll be in an elevator, sitting next to someone on a plane, or behind a man in the queue for coffee that you’ve seen before but have never spoken to. You get to decide if this person remains a stranger. By reaching out, you may just end up meeting your next friend, customer, referral source, or even life partner. Or, you may just end up making someone smile as you compliment him on his tie. All good outcomes.
Every day these seemingly random “rainy” moments give us opportunities to connect with one another. You may call this coincidence. I’m convinced that it’s the universe’s way of remaining anonymous.
In the practice of Sales Yoga, we don’t believe in going it alone. Sales, when done right, is always a team sport where we go it together. Without being pushy, smarmy, or manipulative, we see each moment as an opportunity to touch the lives of others while staying open to the possibilities to be of service.
So, Happy Anniversary Holly. May we continue to be blessed by many more rain showers!