“How hard is it to open a door?” they laugh.
I’ve tried to explain that that’s the whole point of my efforts … to try to pay attention to the small stuff — stuff I can actually do. Sure, I’d jet off and tend to lepers or remove land mines with my bare hands if I could. …. well, maybe not the land mines … but those grandiose deeds are beyond my feeble capabilities.
And that’s okay, because today I noticed just how much of a difference those little things make in my day. Three, count ’em, three different people elbowed me out of the way today on their way to grab a seat … one on the bus, the other two on the subway.
And these weren’t pimple-faced kids who haven’t learned the rules of etiquette yet. In each case they were grown men … in fact, one of them was carrying a case, a briefcase, and he used that to maneuver his way past a grey-haired lady and onto the coveted bench.
These incidents put me in a foul mood until I got to my office building and a very thoughtful guy waited and waited for me, patiently holding the elevator, until I got in. It literally turned my frown upside down (sorry, cheesy, but true) and brightened my outlook for the rest of the day.
It also reconfirmed for me the value of even the smallest good deed. I think I’ll go hold a door open now….