By Colleen Corbett

A few years ago, I came to a crossroads in my life.

Still carrying some hefty baggage—but now armed with a few hard-won tools to keep moving forward—I was ready to go… I just had no idea which way to take. I felt frozen. Paralyzed by fear and overwhelm. There was a flicker of excitement—I’d made it to this pivotal point—but that flicker quickly faded into dread and discouragement as I desperately looked for any sign about what I was supposed to do next.

I had read The Jackrabbit Factor and Portal to Genius and subscribed to Leslie’s Rare Faith newsletter. All of it inspired me and stirred a longing for something more. I just didn’t know where or how to find it.

One day, while reading the newsletter, I saw that Leslie would be in Salt Lake City—at the very convention I was already planning to attend. She mentioned she’d have a booth at a nearby hotel and invited her readers to stop by during specific hours. I thought, How fun would it be to meet her? I even pictured myself telling her how much I appreciated her books.

When the convention rolled around, I was feeling more confused and discouraged than ever—wondering if I was just destined to wander in circles the rest of my life. It was a three-day event, and every day I told myself I’d stop by Leslie’s booth—just for a minute—to say thank you.

But day one came and went. Then day two. I still hadn’t made it over. I was frustrated with myself and disappointed, but told myself I’d try again.

Finally, on the evening of day three—later than I had planned and utterly exhausted—I found myself having a little argument in my head:

“I don’t know why you think it’s so important to go meet Leslie. Just let it go.”

“But… maybe there’s a reason I should go. I don’t know what it is, but maybe it matters.”

“Fine. Just go. Hurry up so you can get home and go to bed.”

Honestly, I half-expected the place to be empty by the time I got there. But people were still around, and there was Leslie—sitting at a table with another woman.

I walked up and told her how much I loved her books. That could’ve been the end of it. We exchanged a few pleasantries, and she would’ve been perfectly justified in wrapping up and heading home.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she looked at me with genuine interest and asked, “How are you? Where are you headed? What are you looking for?”

And just like that, the words started pouring out.

I tried to hold back tears as I explained how stuck I felt. How overwhelmed I was. How lost. Leslie smiled kindly and said, “I have someone I’d like you to meet.”

She introduced me to her assistant, Cari—who turned out to be one of the most remarkable people I’ve ever met.

That conversation was the reason I was supposed to be there. That day. That time. In that state of heart. Cari saw what I couldn’t. She listened. She understood. I cried—and she cried with me. In that moment, I knew I had just met an angel. An answer to prayers I hadn’t even known how to put into words.

I signed up for Genius Bootcamp that night.

When I left, my heart felt lighter than it had in a long, long time. That single conversation had given me a direction. A next step. And I’ve been moving my feet ever since.

The effects of that one decision—to show up and say hello—have rippled out like a stone tossed into a pond.

Actually, scratch that.

It wasn’t a ripple. It was an earthquake. A life-altering shift that created a tsunami of transformation. And I’m still riding that wave.

Honestly, I don’t think I can overstate the importance of that one choice.

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