I met some of my dearest colleagues for breakfast today, and after they had to skedaddle for some Problem Solving meeting, I decided I had time to stop at Peet’s Coffee. Because their ad for Vanilla Cardamom lattes worked its magic in my subconscious, and let me tell you: they are magical.
“We steep the cardamom in the milk,” the barista told me. “That’s what makes them so good.”
But that’s not what this post is about.
So then I went to pick up another matte red lipstick, as I’ve discovered Wet and Wild’s Stoplight Red is every bit as good (if not better) than MAC’s Ruby Woo, which, as I once heard described, is much like rubbing a rock over your lips.
But that’s not what this post is about, either.
Inside Wal Mart is one of the nicest men I know. He always smiles. He always says hello. He always has time to talk. He sits in his wheelchair and greets people. Really greets them.
“You must’ve gotten up early today,” I say. It is, after all, only a little bit past breakfast.
“I got here at 6:30!” he says, proudly.
“Well,” I say, “you’ve been blessing a lot of people since then.”
“What church do you go to?” he asks me then.
We discuss church for awhile, and other random things, and then as I turn to go I say what I always say before I say good-bye to people, “God bless you!”
And he says, “Let’s keep spreading His joy, all right?”
Let’s keep spreading His joy.
I was gobsmacked. Here is a man, early to his job at Wal Mart where he sits in a wheelchair because he can’t stand, or even move his arms very easily, and he says, “Let’s keep spreading His joy”?!
I know lots of able-bodied people who have no joy at all. None. Nothing to spread but gloom and a victim mentality.
But, this man? He has a lot to teach me.
He reminds me that joy isn’t dependent on circumstance, but attitude. And I want mine to be just like his.