As much as I hated my life until about six years ago, I always loved people. My first job was at a 7-11 working the 6 am – 3 pm shift and after my shyness and terror wore off, I realized… I love this. The interaction with the customers was my favorite part of the day. Even now, working at an accounting firm, as crazy as tax season is, I love when clients come in the office. There is just something great about being around people. I always joke that being in nature would be heaven for me, and that really isn’t a joke… really. I love being around the trees, water and animals. But people…
While the things I learn from people vary, what is interesting is I learn a lot of behaviors and mannerisms I wish not to have or use. I worked at a Wawa (part-time) as a second job about two years ago. I loved being on register because of the customers (even the grumpy ones!) and I smiled at everyone that came through my line. Sometimes there were rude people, and that was okay. Sometimes there were bratty kids – and bratty adults – who handed me their money in a little rolled up ball (please, if you do this… it is rude.. stop!) But still, I smiled… I loved the people.
One night, a pretty woman a little younger than me came through my line. When I saw her I thought of myself immediately. Here was this attractive woman, dressed a little provocatively and she was drunk off her ass. Now, maybe when I was new in sobriety, this would have been a trigger for me, but at this point, it was a sort of epiphany. I felt sad and embarrassed for her as I rang her up and asked her if she was okay. She laughed and said something snarky and of course, I just smiled.
After I said a small prayer for her that night before bed, I thanked God for my second chance at life. I also thanked him for sending that woman through my line as a stark reminder of “what it was like” for me and then remembered “what it is like now.”
It is different and I love it. I love waking up feeling the same way I went to bed. I love being able to talk about things without screaming at someone and then drowning my sorrows in booze and drugs.
The people, places and things in my life today are amazing. Thank you God.. and thank you to everyone else and my program for getting me on with getting on.
How do you handle the interesting people who enter your life on a daily basis?