Diane Williams stopped by the Krispy Kreme on Kennedy Boulevard moments after picking up copies of her self-penned book, My Everything.
She had no intention of selling a copy, but after a stranger engaged her in casual conversation, he insisted on buying one.
For Williams, it's no coincidence. It's the divine providence she assures has guided her even when she didn't realize its presence.
It's the heavenly voice that told her nine years ago to start sitting on street corners with a barstool that had gone unused in her garage.
It's the calling that led this once unassuming woman to devote hours in often-humid weather to deliver a simple message: Jesus Cares.
Maybe you've seen her, sporting a white visor and holding up the sign in front of Westfield Brandon, on U.S. 301 in Riverview or under the Lee Roy Selmon Expressway. Maybe you've seen signs on 10-foot poles bearing her image.
Williams has spent nine years on roadsides, hugging strangers, lending encouragement, accepting blessings and ignoring angry drivers who flash unwarranted symbols.
In February, she got sidelined with surgery. She followed another calling and used the time off to detail her trials and tribulations and explain why she chose to deliver inspiration instead of seeking it.
Williams will have the official book signing for My Everything from 6-8 p.m. on Saturday at the Rivercrest community club house, 11560 Ramble Creek Drive in Riverview.
While Williams can share stories of those who have stopped to thank her, I remain intrigued by the anonymous passers-by who found comfort in her two-word affirmation. We will never know how many lives she's touched.
That's all I'm saying.