Friday morning was a bad one. Mostly just because I was overwhelmed and unhappy with so many things that I had already convinced myself that the day was going to be rotten before it even started. I had worked 12 hours the day before and wasn’t allowed to have overtime, so I was having to leave work early. One of the dogs I was petsitting waited until right after his walk to poop on the floor, and I planted my little Jack Rogers sandal straight into it. My boss was late for an early morning appointment, so I was trying to keep the client entertained, except he keep staring at me strangely like he had seen a ghost. Noon rolled around before I knew it, and I was super nervous because I had written a really honest blog post , and I wasn’t sure how it was going to go over or what kind of backlash I might receive.
I didn’t have much time to worry, because my weekly hour to “play receptionist” was occurring from noon to one. There was a local festival kicking off that day, so our lobby was basically a circus, and I did not have the patience to play ringleader. The phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and I ended up having to do my job and the job of a volunteer. It was seriously one curveball after another.
And then in walks a gentleman. He stood and looked at me for sometime, and when I spoke to him, he didn’t answer. I was used to having people do this, as there are so many discourteous people that come into our office. He waved at me a little and then went and sat down on a bench, breathing heavily and digging through his bag. I put what I was doing on hold to run and grab him a water, assuming he was probably just out of breath and that’s why he wasn’t talking, because he seemed so friendly. His eyes lit up when I handed him the water, and he signed “thank you” to me. It all made sense – he had a hearing impairment.
I spent the next forty-five minutes tending to his needs. I helped him purchase a t-shirt from the gift shop. I stumbled through hand motions with him until he asked me for a note pad. He made me a list of what he needed and added a few questions. I printed out bus schedules for different lines and circled things in the festival schedule. I wrote down what time roads would be closing so he could alter his routes. I gave him multiple maps and circled the requested landmarks. I marked out where to go watch the fireworks. He wrote me a little note letting me know that he had everything he needed, and I wrote back to have fun. I waved by to him and we both left – my day at work was ending, but his day of exploring was just beginning.
I was convinced that my day couldn’t have gone any worse. And then God reminded me otherwise.
Mondays are rough. Turn to God for the patience that you need to get through the day. I pray that your day only goes uphill from here.
9 And let us not get tired of doing what is right, for after a while we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don’t get discouraged and give up. 10 That’s why whenever we can we should always be kind to everyone, and especially to our Christian brothers. – Galatians 6:9-10