28 Jan Of service
From Houston living in Milwaukee.
Met him on a plane. He helped me with my bag. He helped everyone within a 10 seat radius with their bag.
We started talking. About being a gentlemen. I told him about teaching my son to be a gentleman. About the many times of late when Sebastian will say very loudly, “WHY IS THAT MAN NOT GIVING YOU A SEAT MOMMA. IS HE NOT A GENTLEMAN?”
Of course. The guy Sebastian is referring to will give me a really harsh and mean look. Whoops.
Alan says something very simple. Something I remembered and forgot.
“If we are not in service, we are not living.”
My dad. I had this physical memory of being with my dad. About how he always looked for a way to help other people.. even when he was in a wheelchair and could barely move.
Be of service. Alan and I spent the entire flight helping each other. Since I sat next to him I have been more focused on being of service.
A woman getting off the plane with a baby sleeping in her car seat. She stops at the jet way and stands waiting. I ask her if she needs some help. She bites her lip.
“Well, my daughter fell asleep and I couldn’t carry her, her car seat and my bag. My bag is still on the plane.”
I offer to go get it for her. She actually starts to tear up and says, “Thank you so much.”
It took me, what, 2 minutes to be a salmon.. fight the people coming off the plane and get that bag.
Walking to the baggage claim I noticed 4 people who needed help. They were always there – I was just so focused on my handheld or maybe my destination.
I arrived at my hotel, helped a woman read her menu and built a little snowman with no gloves.
Life, really is, good.