The kind of day when everything you touch just falls apart!
I had one of those days this past week. First, my wife and I got in a fight before I left for work. Then while on the way to work two people called in sick. Great, now I have two operational people out during the busiest week of the month. This forced me to work twice as hard all day long. Then my boss chewed my ass out about something I had nothing to do with, and it was minuscule in the grand scheme of my job. Then the kicker, my air conditioner in my truck quit working. I wanted to just keep driving and never come back.
Here is my internal dialogue when I finally left for home that day, “Damn, I can’t catch a break. I hate my job, and my boss. I swear I don’t even know if I want to go home. My wife pisses me off so bad. God why can’t I catch a break lately?”
What happened next was both a God-ordained and humbling experience. As I pulled up to the first intersection after leaving my office, a bike rode past me on the right-side shoulder. It was a man with a Goodwill uniform on riding a blue three-wheel bike with two baskets on it. The baskets were full of his clothing and all of his worldly possessions.
He slowly made his way up the hill to turn right at the intersection, and I could see he was struggling to make it. He had to put all of his weight from his slim frame on the pedals just to move at all. He literally had to stand up. It was dreadful. I sat at the light and watched his plight unfold, and I felt sorry for this man deep in my soul.
Well he finally ascended the hill and made his turn and headed right down the highway. The light turned red, and I took a right and proceeded to pass the man on the bicycle. When I passed him I looked in my passenger side mirror to get a better glimpse of his face; I was blown away-HE WAS SMILING!
It was 100 degrees, he was pedaling a bike on a gravel shoulder on a major highway and he had nothing but the shirt on his back, and he was smiling. What gives?
As I drove home, I realized the little man was for me. God had orchestrated a reminder that in the grand scheme of life I have much more than my share, and I should be grateful. The tears I shed loosened the grip on the anger I allowed to control me all day. God bless you little Goodwill man, because you blessed me today!
What do you need to be grateful for?