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I’m calling today Short Story Day since I’m bringing you a new short story for your reading enjoyment. I wrote this story to remind Christians that it’s okay not to fit the world’s mold or expectations. We belong to a different kingdom—the Kingdom of God. It’s okay when we’re shunned or alienated. We have Christ! Following Him won’t always be comfortable or lead to honor in this world, but we nevertheless bring Him glory for eternity. I hope this story means something to you.
Don’t Fit the Mold
by D.I. Telbat
Mike Hamblin sat quietly through a dinner meal at the ritzy restaurant and watched his co-workers do their best to impress CEO Marc Gormund seated at the opposite end of the table. The CEO had ordered alcohol before the food was served, so everyone else ordered alcohol as well. Except for Mike. He was a Christian who chose not to drink.
It wasn’t the first time Mike had chosen a different path than his co-workers. At the office, he often stepped away when someone was telling crude jokes at the water cooler. Or he stayed at his desk when everyone else rallied around a computer screen to view some seductive video. Since he was the most productive worker on his floor, his immediate supervisor hadn’t fired him, but he knew he wasn’t well-liked. He didn’t fit the mold of the others.
Although Mike was familiar with being excluded from the social aspects of his office—since no one bothered to include him any longer—he was especially uncomfortable on this night. His co-workers, as well as their supervisor, were drunk and making fools of themselves in front of CEO Gormund. Meanwhile, the CEO—an elderly gentleman that Mike had only seen once before in the building—hadn’t actually touched his glass of alcohol.
Perusing the dining room, Mike noticed a woman at a table, alone and weeping. Hadn’t she been eating with a young man moments earlier? Mike had been married for fourteen years, and he imagined his own wife as a young lady in such a state of distress. No one seemed to be approaching the poor girl to see if she was alright.
Mike rose from his chair. No one at his table seemed to notice, or said anything to him. He weaved through the dining tables and knelt on one knee next to the small table where the woman sat. She was a plain girl in her early twenties. With her hand, she covered half her face as she sobbed quietly.
“I’m sorry, miss. Is there something I can do for you? My name is Mike. My wife’s not here right now, but she would want me to check on you. Can I be of help?”
“My date left me.” She used a napkin to wipe her eyes and face. “He said I wasn’t his type, and then he left without paying! Look at this bill. And I don’t have any money!”
“Okay . . .” Mike ran his eyes down the ticket. “Oh! Well, the money we can take care of, but your broken heart is another matter. Maybe if this guy is such a creep, he’s not worth crying over, right?”
She nodded, beginning to collect herself.
“Come on.” Mike rose to his feet and held out his hand to the woman. “Let’s take care of your bill and get you a taxi, okay?”
In a few minutes, Mike had paid the hefty bill, then saw the woman to a taxi outside at the curb. She hadn’t thought to offer him thanks, but Mike didn’t let it bother him. He knew she had other things on her mind.
When he turned back to join the loud men at his table, his business’s CEO met him halfway across the room. Mr. Gormund was an intimidating man with a frown, who didn’t seem to directly face whoever was in front of him.
“I saw what you did for that girl,” Mr. Gormund said, looking past Mike. “Did you know her?”
“No.” Mike looked down, embarrassed that he’d been noticed. “As a matter of fact, I didn’t even learn her name. But I think she’ll be okay.”
“You’re on the third floor of my building with the rest of these clowns, aren’t you? But you’re not with them.”
“Oh, they’re all right, sir.” Mike smiled. “They’re probably just blowing off some steam after a long week. Closing that last account was a big job.”
“If you say so. Listen, I need good men next to me on the top floor. Can I expect from you more of what I just saw you do tonight for that woman, if I transfer you upstairs?”
“Sir?” Mike glanced at the table where his co-workers were loudly singing a vulgar chorus. “I’m an honest worker, Mr. Gormund, but you should know that I’m a Christian, and a lot of people find that I don’t fit into their acceptable molds.”
“I don’t want people who fit into other people’s molds or expectations.” Mr. Gormund raised his chin. “I want men who think for themselves and treat our clients with the compassion I saw from you tonight. On Monday, you ride the elevator to the top floor. I’ll have a new office for you next to mine.”
They shook hands. Mike thanked the Lord in his heart as he accompanied Mr. Gormund back to the table. He couldn’t wait to get home and tell his wife what had happened—simply because he didn’t fit the mold, and he’d remained faithful and caring toward a stranger.
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