Always be a first-rate version of yourself.
The other day I wrote that I believed that if you behaved in a pleasing and positive manner that you would be rewarded in kind by the people you meet. I had a colleague once who said she thought I treated everyone as a friend, I was a little taken aback not realizing that I seemed to act that way. The great thing was that I never thought about it and looked towards all the people I met as possible future friends.
I truly enjoy meeting new people even if it is only during a few minutes if conversation with a restaurant server or a brief encounter with a stranger. I love learning their name and a little more about them and I am usually amazed at their response for it seems that most people take them for granted and don’t seem to appreciate what they do. It works in reverse too when a server goes out of their way to warmly greet me when I first sit down I begin the meal ritual with a good feeling.
Here is a story by Steve Brunkhorst that I have always liked, I hope you will too.
The Secret of Happiness
The old man shuffled slowly into the restaurant. With head tilted and shoulders bent forward, he leaned on his trusty cane with each unhurried step. His tattered cloth jacket, patched trousers, worn out shoes, and warm personality made him stand out from the usual Saturday morning breakfast crowd. Unforgettable were his pale blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds, large rosy cheeks, and thin lips held in a tight, steady smile.
He stopped, turned with his whole body, and winked at a little girl seated by the door. She flashed a big grin right back at him. A young waitress named Mary watched him shuffle toward a table by the window. Mary ran over to him, and said, ‘Here, Sir . . . let me give you a hand with that chair.’
Without saying a word, he smiled and nodded a thank you. She pulled the chair away from the table. Steadying him with one arm, she helped him move in front of the chair, and get comfortably seated. Then she scooted the table up close to him, and leaned his cane against the table where he could reach it. In a soft, clear voice he said, ‘Thank you, Miss . . . and bless you for your kind gestures.’
‘You’re welcome, Sir.’ She replied. ‘And my name is Mary. I’ll be back in a moment and if you need anything at all in the mean time, just wave at me!’
After he had finished a hearty meal of pancakes, bacon and hot lemon tea, Mary brought him the change from his bill. He left it lay on the table. She helped him up from his chair and out from behind the table. She handed him his cane and walked with him to the front door. Holding the door open for him, she said, ‘Come back and see us, Sir!’
He turned with his whole body, winked and smiled, then nodded a thank you. ‘You are very kind.’ he said softly.
When Mary went to clean his table, she almost fainted. Under his plate she found a business card and a note scribbled on a napkin. Under the napkin was a one hundred dollar bill. The note on the napkin read . . . ‘Dear Mary, I respect you very much and I can see you respect yourself too. It shows by the way you treat others. You have found the secret of happiness. Your kind gestures will shine through to all those who meet you.’ The man she had waited on was the owner of the restaurant where she worked. This was the first time that she or any of his employees had ever seen him in person.
Care more than others think wise. Risk more than others think safe. Dream more than others think practical. Expect more than others think possible.
A friend said: Our five-year-old son went to a church conference with my wife and me. He got restless, so my wife handed him a pad and pencil and suggested he mark down every time the speaker said the word “and.” After a while, he grew bored, and I asked,
“Would you like to listen for a different word?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “I’d like to listen for ‘Amen’.”
My neighbor has a circular driveway. He can’t get out.
I have a daughter who is a school teacher, this is NOT from her.
You Might Be A School Teacher If …
- You believe the staff room should be equipped with a Valium salt lick.
- You want to slap the next person who says “Must be nice to work 8 to 3:20 and have summers free”.
- You can tell if it’s a full moon without ever looking outside.
- You believe that unspeakable evils will befall you if anyone says “Boy, the kids sure are mellow today.
- You have no life between August to June.
- Marking all A’s on report cards would make your life SO much simpler.
- You laugh uncontrollably when people refer to the staff room as the “lounge.”
- You encourage an obnoxious parent to check into charter schools or home schooling.
- You think caffeine should be available in intravenous form.
- You know you are in for a major project when a parent says “I have a great idea I’d like to discuss. I think it would be such fun.”
- You smile weakly, and want to choke a person when he or she says “Oh, you must have such FUN every day. This must be like playtime for you.”
Glass, china, and reputation are easily cracked and never well mended.
Two rural church deacons who were having a sociable beer in the local tavern when they saw their minister drive by and take a good long look at their pickup trucks parked outside. One deacon ducked down and said, “I hope the reverend didn’t see us or recognise my pick-up.”
The other replied indifferently, “What difference does it make. God knows we’re in here… and he’s the only one who counts.”
The first deacon countered, “But God won’t tell my wife.”
My wife keeps complaining I never listen to her…or something like that.
As he lay on his deathbed he spoke, “Sara, I want you should know before I die that Ginsburg the tailor owes me $200, and Morris the butcher owes me $50, and Klein next door owes me $300.”
His wife turned to the children and said, “What a wonderful man your father is. Even when he’s dying he’s got the brains to realize who owes him money.”
The old man continued, “And Sara I want you to also know that I owe the landlord a hundred dollars.”
To which his wife cried, “Oh oh, now he’s getting delirious!”
If we are what we eat; I’m cheap, fast, and easy.
A new man is brought into Prison Cell 102. Already there is a long-time resident who looks 100 years old. The new man looks at the old-timer inquiringly. The old-timer says, “Look at me. I’m old and worn out. You’d never believe that I used to live the life of Riley. I wintered on the Riviera, had a boat, four fine cars, the most beautiful women, and I ate in all the best restaurants of France.”
The new man asked, “What happened?”
“One day Riley reported his credit cards missing!”
Do what you do so well that they will want to see it again and bring their friends.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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