Why do some feel compelled to make others feel small?  My family was invited by my wife's work to go out on a boat and eat dinner with other employees.  Everyone was invited: the president of the company, the administrative assistants, the office managers, the custodians.  We all had a very nice time.
I heard another story where, after an appreciation lunch, the custodians were told that they could eat the leftovers.  It would take a moment to process the feeling those hardworking men had.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

It wasn't tall fescue at all; it was Bermuda.  I had sown thousands upon thousands of tall fescue seeds in a small patch of my yard, but time and time again, the Southern sun would burn them off and turn the soil into dust.  So I tried another type of seed.  The analogy presented itself. The ground can be fertile, but at the end of the day, it is the type of seed we plant that matters.
Read more
In Man's Search for Meaning by Victor Frankl, there is a scene that has stuck with me since I first came across it.   Frankl describes the horrid conditions of Auschwitz -- how the sky was gray, the tattered uniforms were gray, the snow was gray -- but off in the distance in a house on the side of a hill, someone turned on a light.  This one light broke through the grayness of his existence, and defying all that he was up against, gave him hope.
Read more
A small bird attacked me while I was jogging the other day.  I had apparently jogged too close to the bird's nest.  The flutter by my head was small-sized ferocious.  What pains a parent will undergo in order to protect the young!
Read more