Friday, November 27, 2009

With Thanks

a few things I am thankful for...

little boy hugs

this man of mine

family time

time-out corners

moments of peace

joy beyond measure

and smiles amidst tears


this is just a drop in the bucket
help me to choose gratitude every day

Friday, November 20, 2009

The Man at Dunkin' Donuts

It's been quite a full few weeks since I updated last. Full of many wonderful things, and some hard things, the way life goes for all of us.

I've had the opportunity to visit with some sweet friends who have been going through excruciating pain.

Our family has reconnected with a dear high school girl, whom we absolutely adore, when I had feared we would never see her again.

I've laughed and cried. I've been filled up and empty. I've found and lost.

Life is so full of ups and downs, isn't it?

I could get all heavy on you right about now, but instead I want to share a little story.

I am a Dunkin' Donuts fanatic. For the coffee, that is; I could take or leave the donuts. This week, the DD near our home is celebrating 1 year since it's grand opening (which we were, of course, thrilled about!) and so there are all kinds of sales going on. Makes for a pretty good week at our house.

Since I am a sucker for a deal, I didn't think twice about getting up at 5:20 this morning to be one of the first 100 customers so that I could get a DD gift card (of unknown value). And when I lamented to Insoo about having to do it again in a couple days to get a free travel mug with free coffee for 2 weeks, he actually suggested I not do it. Are you Kidding Me??? You better believe I'll wake up at 4AM if I have to.

Anyway...I leave home with a coat over my "sleeping clothes"...I smell like ben gay because of incredible back pain the day before...I take no time to brush my teeth (I know. sorry.) I am set only on the goal of making it to DD to get my gift card and get back home, possibly with enough time to sleep some more.

I get there and see a handful of people--crazier than me--standing at the door. I take note of the man who is first in line. I decide I can wait in my warm car until it's closer to 6. I listen to NPR until I see a few more cars pull up, and decide to go hold my place in line.

I am not much for chit-chat, and like I said, I hadn't brush my teeth, so I don't really engage in conversation with the woman in front of me who may have tried. I politely smile and nod and groggily waited for them to open the door.

By 6:00 I would say there are 10 of us waiting at the door, and a line of about 7 cars at the drive-through. And then we hear, "Good Morning, how can I help you?" AT THE DRIVE THROUGH! What??? You have got to be Kidding me!! You are going to help the cars in the drive through before opening the door for customers standing outside in the COLD? (OK, it wasn't that cold, but still!)

And since this is Columbus, not Chicago, those of us in line silently acknowledged this absurdity with muffled laughs and shifting feet rather than breaking in or pulling out a gun.

But here's where I was impressed...Man #1 in line...I don't know how long he had been there. Probably a long time. He didn't even seem upset. He just moved around trying to see inside, and gently knocked with one knuckle on the window. A minute later someone opened the door (after the 2nd car was already helped.)

We got inside, and the place started filling with people. After a few minutes Man #1 had received his order. He placed it on the "shelf" of his walker-thing. Oh, did I mention he was disabled? And he started making his way, very slowly, to the door. Those of us waiting parted like the Red Sea to clear a path for him to get out. I think our smiling faces probably resembled something like applause, and at the door he proudly announced, "First Customer".

Yeah.
I was impressed.
And humbled.