We all have our morning rituals.
Mine is to stop every morning at the RaceTrac and fill me up a big cup
of their crushed ice! Yes, it sounds weird but it’s what I do. The store is busy, landscapers and
construction workers fill up on their much needed ice and Gatorade to quench
their thirst on these hot summer days, corporate people in their suits run in
for a quick cup of coffee. Through the
glass window that faces the entrance of the store I notice an older gentleman
sitting at the café counter. I see him every
day. He usually has a lottery form and
pencil in his hand. Passersby speak to
him on their way out and he waves and he speaks back. On occasion, I have even given a head nod of
“good morning” in his direction, but I never took the time to say “hello”.
One morning in particular, when I was in a moment of weakness, I wanted
to eat something more than just a cup of ice to sip on my way to work. I had no cash and did not want to use my
debit card on such a small purchase so I went to the ATM machine to get some
cash. From out of nowhere a man comes up
behind me and says “I don’t mean any harm
by saying this, but I just wanted to tell you that you look so nice every
morning you come in here”. Since I
could not see who was standing behind me at the cash machine, I took a deep
breath and started smiling as if the words “thank you” had already emerged from
my lips to see John standing there smiling.
Pick up line…I thought to myself, but it was a compliment and I
appreciated it. It really did make me
smile. On my way to work, I couldn’t
help but wonder why was this man at this store every day? Who he was, and you know me…what’s his story? The entire week, I made it a point to say
hello to him, until one day I told him who I was and that I would like to write
an article about him. At first, he had a
puzzled look on his face until I explained that my blog was about everyday
people who in one way or another had a story to tell that would enrich people’s
lives. He agreed to sit down for an
interview.
The next day, I returned pen and paper in hand. Dressed in his usual khaki’s, polo shirt and
baseball cap John, who by the way is 82 years old, told me about his growing up
in Summerset Louisiana and his migration to Detroit Michigan. He’s always been a quiet fellow and learned
early to travel alone, because as he puts it “being with the wrong people can get you into trouble”. We
talked about a lot of things like, how he ended up in Georgia, his family,
career, regrets and if he could what would he change about his life and here’s
what I learned from John’s story:
Family Love is the Best Kind of Love
“I moved to Georgia about 5 years
ago. I am here with my daughter and her
children. She thought it best that I be
near her since I’m getting older. I wasn’t
always home, but I remember when the need to change that came over me.
I worked during the day, and when I came home, my wife would go to work
and I would be there with the children (he has 3 children). I needed to be there with my baby girl, and I
was. It was important to me. It was then that I quit my bad habits of
drinking, smoking and being away from home at night, ‘cause of my children and
I am proud of that.” Family love is more times than not reciprocated. Being a good parent and a good child pays off
in the end. And if the outcome of your
love is not what you expected, in the end, at least you know you were a
faithful steward with the gift given to you.
Being with the Wrong People Can Get You in Trouble
“I have never been in any kind of trouble with the law,
that’s good. One night me and my brother
went to this club. We sat at a table and
there was a guy sitting across from us had some words with my brother and me,
the guy pulls out a gun and points it at me.
My brother grabs me, the guy shoots and nothing came out, but it had
bullets in it ‘cause he fired up in the air on the second shot and it fired. That was God I say. We left the club and I knew right then, I
wasn’t going to hang around anybody any more…not even my brother. I continued to go to that club but I sat and
drank by myself and I been doing things by myself ever since then”. Watch
your association, even with family members.
Blood is thicker than water but blood is no good if it’s pouring out of
a bullet wound. If you want to know
where you are going, take notice of who you hang around.
I Don’t Regret, but I Would Change Something
“I was married to my wife for 34
years and she was a good woman. She was
god fearing and kind and she put up with a lot of bad things from me. I remember us piling up in our motorhome in
the summer driving from Detroit all the way to Summerset to visit my
family. My wife would fry chicken and
bake a chocolate cake and we would take that 27 hour trip (I made it in 23
hours home). As the children grew older,
it was just she and I and it was still good.
It all changed in 1994 when she died, it wasn’t fun anymore. I miss her.
The one thing that I would change would be the first 10 years of our
marriage ‘cause I was still out in them streets. I wish I would have been home those first 10
years”. Some people never learn, but most people do. The question then becomes when? Don’t wait to change things about yourself
that you know needs to be changed now.
DON’T waste valuable time on stupid things.
Find Something to Do, No Matter your Age
“I come here every day ‘cause I
like it. It’s something to do. Since I don’t drive any more I can come up
here, talk to some people, play my lottery tickets. Everybody in here knows who I am. I just don’t sit here all day; I walk all
around the neighborhood. I live right
across the street. When I walk, I look
at the trees and cars and people. I
really like coming up here and sitting on this patio and feeling the breeze. I
get out and do something every day”. No matter what age you are it is important
to DO SOMETHING! People were created to
connect to something…other people…nature…yourself. People can’t wait until they retire so that
they won’t have to do anything. But the
fact of the matter is that when you retire, you better do something! Engage your mind and extend your life. The devil’s playground is still active even
at age 82. Good for you John for not
having an idle mind!
Live, love, learn. Until next
time my lovelies….
Peace and blessings,
Phaedra
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