Rambling

Success is being able to hire someone to mow the lawn while you play golf for exercise.   The Brick … Jim, a young, successful…

Success is being able to hire someone to

mow the lawn while you play golf for exercise.

 

The Brick …

Jim, a young, successful executive driving along a neighbourhood street, was going a bit fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for neighborhood kids darting out from between parked cars. He slowed down because he thought he saw something.

No children appeared, but a brick smashed into the Jag’s side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. Very angry, Jim jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, “What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That’s a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?”

The young boy, stammered an apology. “Please, mister … please, I’m sorry, but I didn’t know what else to do,” he pleaded. “I threw the brick because no one else would stop…” With tears dripping down his face, he pointed to a spot just around a parked car.

“It’s my brother,” he said. “He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheel chair and I can’t lift him up.”

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, “Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.”

Moved beyond words, Jim swallowed the lump in his throat. He lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be OK.

“Thank you and may God bless you,” the grateful child told the stranger.

Too shook up for words, Jim watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but Jim never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent to remind him of this message: “Don’t go through life so fast someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!”

A friend sent this thought to make my day: You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.

 Remember old fashioned me?

You know me. I’m a nice person. When I get lousy service, I never complain. I never kick, I never criticize and I wouldn’t dream of making a scene.

I’m one of those nice customers, and I’ll tell you what else I am. I’m the customer who doesn’t come back. I take whatever you hand out because I know I’m not coming back. I could tell you off and feel better, but in the long run, it’s better to just leave quietly.

You see, a nice customer like me, multiplied by others like me, can bring a business to its knees. There are plenty of us. When we get pushed far enough, we go to one of your competitors.

As big as you are, and as small as I am, it can happen here.

Temper is what gets most of us in trouble. Pride is what keeps us there.

Grandpa …

A friend’s grandfather, who came here decades ago from Europe, loved to tell his cafeteria story. After settling in to his new land he went to a cafeteria for a celebratory dinner. He sat down at an empty table, and waited for someone to take his order. Nobody came.

 Finally a man with his tray full of food sat down opposite him and told him how things worked.

 “Start at that end,” he said, “and just go along and pick out what you want. At the other end they’ll tell you how much you have to pay for it.”

 “I soon learned that’s how everything works here,” Grandpa said. “Life is a cafeteria here. You can get anything you want as long as you’re willing to pay the price, even success. But you’ll never get it if you wait for someone to bring it to you. You have to get up and get it yourself.”

We often act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when what we really need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

A tip of the hat to Grandpa’s and Grandma’s down-to-earth stories. Gurus of the day yatter at us continuously telling us we need to adopt new ways, and buy new toys, to survive in our new rush, rush, hurry, hurry world. Strange though, isn’t it, old tales from old days are as relevant today as they were then. But guess what, there are still people going about doing random acts of kindness. They get my vote for the people who’ve really got it together.