angry-driverI was at Hollister Supermarket doing my Monday morning shopping for Johnny’s Bar & Grill today and enjoying my visit with the always friendly checker. She’s been working there for about six weeks and I’ve come to know her a bit through our casual check-stand conversations. I should remember the lovely lady’s name but I have to confess that I don’t. What I do remember is that she is a hard working mother of three children. Today I found out that they all have Type 1 diabetes.

She was in the process of scanning my groceries when an elderly gentleman approached and started saying something to her in Spanish and pointing at his receipt. He was definitely agitated. I don’t speak Spanish so I don’t know what she said to him, but I can say that her tone was professional and warm. After the man huffed his way out the door she stood shaking her head. I gave her a look as if to say, “What was that all about?” With a heavy sigh she told me that she didn’t understand why people complained to her about prices since she had no control over them. She commented that people get upset over the smallest things, most of them clueless as to how good they really have it. I’m sorry to say that I used to be one of those people.

Before I renewed my relationship with Christ I seldom went out of my way to be nice to people. I was a groaner and complainer. I too didn’t realize just how good I had it. One of my favorite complaints back in those days was, “I’m working like a dog while he’s drinking like a fish.” Although that was true, God was providing for me in many ways. Despite our total disregard for Him, God had been taking very good care of my husband and me. We believed in God and we prayed when we needed something. I’d given my heart to Christ at the age of nine, but as many of us do, I forgot what that truly meant. I’m very grateful for my awakening.

I’m a much nicer and more considerate person now. There was a time when I wouldn’t have given a second thought to what kind of life the checker led. I was the only one on my mind. If I thought my checker didn’t work fast enough I’d tap my toe and huff and puff. Man I was obnoxious. Now even if a checker is rude to me I try to take a moment to think about what may be causing him or her to act that way. Maybe their spouse treated them badly that morning or their child with Type 1 diabetes had a blood sugar count over the roof and she was scrambling to get to work while dealing with the other two children and their health issues. You never know. So try to be kind. Offer a word of encouragement to people you see throughout the day. You never know when your kindness will mean the world to someone. Find a way to bless people. It feels great and it makes you appreciate life more. Being nice makes me feel good. I’m so glad that with the help of the Holy Spirit I can get my mind off of myself and be more thoughtful of others. Give it a try. You may find you are happier too.

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