I didn’t get much sleep night before last. I spent Sunday hanging out with a friend of mine. Together, we saw a live production of The Golden Girls, had a lovely dinner, watched videos back at my apartment, and SnapChatted with those ridiculous filters which alter your voice and give you animal ears.
Before I knew it, it was nearing 1 AM. I had parked my car at his place while he drove us into the city for our adventures. When all was said and done, I had to ride with him to his home, get my car, then drive my car back to my place. Because I had procrastinated the past few days, I didn’t pack appropriately for my work trip, therefore, I couldn’t even go straight to bed when I returned home. Additionally, my car was nearing empty, so it was vital for me to get gas before getting home.
While I had such a great evening with him, I couldn’t help but think, “God, I am going to be so tired tomorrow. I should have gotten my act together.” And alas, Monday comes and I feel very lethargic. I’m usually very personable when I’m traveling, smiling to anyone whose eyes meet mine, but I just felt like keeping to myself mostly.
On my connecting flight, I’m told my carry on will have to be checked in due to a loss in overhead space. I make a face like, “Aw, damn. Really?” I assure the woman that it looks bigger than it is; that I can probably press it down under my seat with no problem, but she notices I also have a personal item. She insists it won’t fit, but just as I’m turning around to check it in, she shows me a closet.
“We aren’t supposed to do this, but just put it way in the back. It should be fine.” I don’t feel I did anything special to warrant her wanting to help me in this moment save a few minutes of my time, but she did. Later, while I’m semi-napping (since my headphones decided to break on me, and I can only hear out of the right side), I hear the attendants making their food and drink rounds. I have no intention of getting anything because I have a large bottle of Smart Water (“Smaht Watuh” if you’re from Massachusetts), so I keep my eyes closed.
I notice my tray table unlocking and the rustling of a napkin. I open an eye to see another attendant has set down a treat for me. “I didn’t want you to miss having a cookie. They’re so good.” I agree with her and thank her. She proceeds to tell me, “I’ll trade teeth with you any day.” I didn’t quite hear her, so I ask her to repeat, and when she does, I smile, thank her again, and tell her my secrets.
“I brush, floss and mouth wash very night, and I stay away from dark sodas and coffee.” When she asks my drink order, I request tomato juice.
“Now, that will stain those beautiful teeth of yours.”
I tell her that I only ever really drink tomato juice when I’m flying. (I both heard and read somewhere that because of the altitude and your blood receiving less oxygen, tomato juice tastes better in comparison to most soft drinks when flying.)
“And it will make your feet swell, but if you insist. Have you ever had tomato juice with a lemon?”
I thought, “what an interesting concept.” I love lemon in many things, but would never think to put it together with tomatoes.
“I sure haven’t.”
“It’s divine. Why don’t you try it, see if you like it, and if you don’t, I’ll get you a regular juice.” She smiled, and of course, I agreed to try it.
I place the gum I’ve been chewing on since the beginning of the flight down into the napkin in front of me. She notices and gives me a second napkin, and a second cookie.
“You may need something to wash out the taste of your gum. And those cookies are just so delicious.”
I ask her name. “Julie,” she says. I give her mine and thank her for being so kind. “I just figure doing something little to make someone’s day is a great way to make mine.”
I can see why. She absolutely made what would have been a pretty reserved, lethargic day for me worth blogging about. And with that, she sets down a can of tomato juice and says, “Now you’re going to have full swelling, but enjoy.” I just knew I had to write about this quick moment that proceeded me landing in St. Louis, Missouri for work.
I challenge you to think about Julie’s mentality. Do something, even little, for someone, anyone, today, tomorrow and the rest of the week. For me, it is worth noting in a blog entry that an act of kindness without expecting anything in return has changed my mindset for the week. I stayed after to tell Julie how she inspired me. We exchanged a few words, and before you knew it, I told her about my blog and that I was going to write a post about her. Since then, we shared our phone numbers and she sent me the picture used for this entry. We have been sending each other positive vibes since that day, and it has been wonderful.
I want you think about some things. When was the last time you reached out to an old friend and told them how special they are to you? When was the last time you held the door open for not one but two sets of people just because? When was the last time you complimented somebody about something you genuinely like? When was the last time you said, “I love you” to somebody who positively impacts or impacted your life? When was the last time you made someone feel good?
I’m looking forward to doing some kind things for others that I encounter. You should, too.
Besides, ’tis the season to be jolly!