You Never Know…You Never Know

In my lexicon it can never be too much or too often. Unless you are the world’s smallest package, all wrapped up in yourself.

I believe paying attention matters, especially if you’re into body language reading. For instance. When I check in at the airport I make it my purpose to see which agent looks the most disgruntled. The face says everything, or the slumping shoulders or the grabbing of a passenger. I then wait. And when I can be one-on-one, ask, “Has anyone thanked you for helping us here?”

Not always, but most of the time, they grimace, “No, people don’t give a damn.”

I shake my head in disagreement, “That’s probably what you experience. But not from me. I AM grateful you are here and I thank you for making the airport safer. Thank you.”

Often there’s a blink of disbelief. That’s all right. It’s nice for me. NOT the reaction, but the effort. The effort ANYWHERE to share a helpful word as long as my nose doesn’t grow. It’s not for any other purpose than I feel better bringing a good word to someone…mostly I don’t know and won’t ever see again. So what?

You might try it. Let me give you an example that contorts most of our society…about being grateful. I was with a friend in a restaurant. The waitress was attentive but not intrusive. Did her best. Then I noticed she was rattled about a full plate of tables. So, I looked at her, “I realize you have lots of tables. Please know how much I appreciate what you are doing. Thank you for taking care of so many. That’s very thoughtful.”

My friend said, “That’s not how you appreciate. Give her a bigger tip. THAT will make a difference.”

Well, my friend is right…in my friend’s manner of relating. It’s about $$$. Well. I tip. But a kind word measures pretty full for me.

To that end, I read the link and see what taking a picture means. The camera person had no idea. But caring was all that mattered. Until….well, read and then see how you and your camera…or you and your heart…live through this day.

Check out this post in the Family relationships vibe: “What Happened After a Stranger Snapped 1 Family’s Photo Will Give You Chills”


About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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