There aren't enough coconuts in NYC

Back when I lived in St Marten I loved to play with my video camera.

(I still do, I just don't have any video editing software anymore.)

This only looks dangerous because it's in fast forward.

I'm actually pretty handy with a knife.

Flower Child

Sometimes I wonder if God is watching out for me. Other times I KNOW he is. When we moved to NYC in typical peter-and-La Sha fashion (which is to say with little preparation and mostly flying by the seats of our pants) I could only hope to find a job. ANY job. (Especially with this crazy economy and my dubious education/ experience; "so... um... I worked at a camp for a long time... but you can't call them for a reference- it's an underground operation and they don't have a phone").

But God takes care of me when I rely on Him, and after only a little job-hunting I walked into a florist's shop just to look around. There wasn't a help wanted sign and they didn't appear to be understaffed, but I was compelled to ask if they needed any help.

Mind you... I have NO previous experience as a professional florist.

I started working there three days later.

(I LOVE IT and it pays well).

Right place, right time.

Some call it luck.

I call it BLESSED.