Today was one of those terrible, horrible, rotten, no-good days. I must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. I even screwed up making coffee. Twice.
So when I pulled up to the gate this afternoon and handed the guard my ID and she asked me, “How are you today?” I answered, “Fine, thank you,” even though I didn’t really mean it. And I asked her, “How are you?” because I am polite, and because I really do care, in a small way, and strive hard to recognize that it is a person and not an automaton with whom I am dealing.
And she answered, “I am blessed. Thank you for asking.”
And I drove away thinking, “Maybe this isn’t such a terrible, horrible, rotten, no-good day after all.”
Because, in the final analysis, I am blessed, too. Big time. And my grumpiness is an ungrateful forgetfulness of that fact.
Michelle~ I have the goosebumps. I was *just thinking* about writing this very same post today…. same title and all… because of a teacher at the local rec center who says the same thing.
“How are you?”
Takes me aback every time, and reminds me that really, we are ALL so very blessed.
Happy Advent to you and your family!
AW!! What a great story. So awesome. I'm going to start saying I am blessed, because I really am. =)
This was just what I needed to hear today. I literally teared up.
Thank you for the reminder. We're going through really scary times financially. But we are blessed and while we don't ever really forget that, we need the reminder.