It was a business luncheon and I was surrounded by people more brilliant than I; kind but brilliant.
The other people in our party were standing in the doorway, coats on and ready to step out into the pouring rain. I was last pulling mine from the hooks on the wood-paneled wall and felt an inner need to hurry. I struggled with my sleeves, tried to keep my gloves from falling onto the floor, but eyes across the room spied my stress and bustle, and came striding toward me in a calm and gentlemanly way.
He was the boss of the place; with greying hair and a stance that speaks to a handsome and playboy past, he took my coat from my hands and murmured in a most soothing voice:
"Signora, you are a beautiful woman (ah, sweet Italians). Don't hurry. You never have to rush. There will always be men enough for you."
And he held the door as I stepped out into the rain.
Did you know that there will always be men enough for you? Women enough; people enough; warm hands enough; love enough - for you.