A neighbor had advised her to hire someone to help her, but Margaret was adamantly against it. She was sure she could handle everything.
“I’ve managed bigger challenges in life,” she thought, recalling her husband’s illness and how she had cared for him. She wanted to prove to herself and to his memory that she could do this.
However, more people came to the opening than Margaret expected. The bell above the door jingled constantly as customers streamed in, eager to try the new coffee shop in town.
Margaret quickly found herself overwhelmed. She rushed from the counter to the tables, trying to keep up with orders. In her hurry, she forgot to take orders and always mixed them up. A cappuccino ended up as a latte, and a blueberry muffin went to someone who had ordered a chocolate croissant.
Customers left the cafe unhappy, their comments echoing in her mind, “She can’t do it alone,” and “This place won’t last a week.”
The next day, with a heavy heart but determined spirit, Margaret decided to find an assistant. She posted a job ad and spent the morning conducting several interviews.
One candidate talked too much, another seemed uninterested, and a third didn’t even show up. Margaret turned away each candidate, feeling more discouraged by the minute.
