In Violetta’s experience, God led her through life in often unexpected directions. On a whim, she allowed herself to be diverted from her art classes her sophomore year to take a secretarial skills class, where she learned shorthand and typing, but her architecture dream was in the forefront of her mind as she sketched for art class and memorized typewriter tricks.
Clearly, God had another plan. Graduation came and went, and architecture seemed farther and farther away from her realm of possibilities. One morning at breakfast, her father looked up from his paper.
“Any plans yet, Violetta?”
“I’m not sure,” she answered carefully, unsure whether he was angry.
“Here’s an advertisement for a secretary at NBC Studios. You should go into the city and interview,” he suggested, passing the classified section to her over the toast.
Dumbfounded, Violetta accepted the paper and read the ad. Her secretary skills class made her qualified, certainly. It might be fun, just until she figured out how this architecture business was going to work.
“Alright, I will,” Violetta said, already planning her outfit and wondering when the train left.
Twenty years later, Violetta still worked as a secretary for the President of NBC.