At a clinic yesterday for a blood draw I was in a waiting room with several others.
Most waited their turn without complaint, messing with their phones. However, one middle-aged woman was upset.
Even though she'd only waited minutes, she complained. What was taking so long? She had other things to do. Why weren't more people working there? Things like that. No patience.
In the middle of all this a young man rolls in on an electric cart. He's hunched over the handle bars. He struggles to coordinate his arms and hands. Plus he has trouble raising his head to talk to the receptionist, who was quite patient as she helped him with his paperwork.
But it was impressive to see this man's attitude. His cheerful words filled the room. He thanked the receptionist. He waited his turn with the rest of us without complaint.
It was a complete contrast to what had gone on before he came in. It was like a message from God.
Even though my day was going well, this man's demeanor made it that much better.
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