Every week I get excited about all the things I could write about. I regularly jot down (or text myself) ideas, words, song verses, conversations I’ve had with people, thoughts and situations that provide me with inspiration. I just never know where or when something will present itself with a story…. and this is exactly what happened a few days ago.
One of the jobs I currently have provides me with the privilege of welcoming people into a resort and the opportunity to create a positive experience. We have our regular coffee crew that starts our day with awesomeness. Recently, one of these gentlemen came in and he and I had an extended visit that gave me a glimpse into his life and his story.
The exchange started with a cheerful good morning and a quick chat about the crazy amount of snow that had fallen. Our conversation drifted to the date, that it’s supposed to be SPRING and then he told me about all his children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren that have birthdays in March. He shared with me how much he loved kids. “Drove a school bus for 39 years, I loved the kids as though they were my own”.
I was intrigued and could see him reflecting back on those times and I felt the love in his heart.
He told me about how the kids loved him just as much. Of how excited the kindergarten kids were to get on the bus in December after receiving their graduation certificates so they could show him. They would be clamouring at the bus door to get in first. Some of them didn’t receive one, so they would be upset and crying. He would sit them on his knee and console them until they felt just as good as the kids who had received one. He told me of a family of 5 kids who would get on the bus and every day, their dog would try to come on the bus and latch on to the last child’s clothing and try to pull him off the bus. That dog would be waiting (by the minute) to greet those kids when they got home! He told me he loved his job but he loved all the kids even more. He told me of a young boy who would sometimes fall asleep on the bus ride home and how he would carry him into his house from the bus.
Our conversation wasn’t long, but it was meaningful and lovely. I felt as though I was there. I thought about how cool it would have been to be on his bus. I reflect on the amazing difference he made in people’s lives. I think about life and people, about memories and moments, about slowing down and taking the time to listen, about “seeing the good” and “being the good”, about compassion and kindness, about love and gratitude.
What a beautiful way to start a day; despite the snow that was falling heavily when I typed this. Take the opportunity to listen to someone’s story; be curious; wonder; feel; learn; understand; be connected; grow; enjoy.
Cheers to all of you “good” change-makers,