The landlord of my mother’s building left me a voicemail saying we need to talk about your mother’s apartment, there have been complaints. My mother is eighty one. I called back in a panic imagining noise complaints meant confusion, wandering, the beginning of everything I feared. Maybe the start of a conversation about a facility. I drove over that evening and the landlord met me in the lobby with a folder, and I braced myself. He opened it and it was photographs.
Major cheat code for life: Don’t mourn the time you've lost, use the time you still have. Most people walk around haunted by a list of things they wish they’d done by now. They tell themselves it’s too late. It’s not. 6 months from now, it can still be a dream, or it can be real.
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I run a small pizza shop. Deliveries mostly. Late nights. Got a call at 10 PM. Woman’s voice shaking. “Can you deliver to Sunset Motel?” “Yes ma’am. What would you like?” Long pause. “What can I get for six dollars? I have three kids.” Six dollars wouldn’t cover one pizza. “We have a special tonight. Family meal. Three pizzas, breadsticks, drinks. Six dollars.” No such special. She started crying. “Really?” Made the pizzas myself. Added wings. Cookies. Juice boxes. Drove it over.
She opened the door. Bruises on her neck. Three little kids behind her. Terrified. Quiet. “Thank you. You don’t understand.” I did understand. Started happening weekly. She’d call. I’d have a special ready. Month three she didn’t call anymore. Worried me. Two months later she walked in. Different person. Confident. Had a job. Apartment. Kids looked healthy. Happy. Handed me three hundred dollars. “For all the specials that weren’t real. I knew.” Tried to refuse. “Please. Let me pay forward.” That money started a fund. When someone calls from a shelter or motel desperate, we use it. Six years now. Over a thousand meals delivered. She’s a paralegal. Refers families to us constantly. Works with domestic violence survivors. Her oldest is in high school. Works at my shop weekends. “Because you fed us when we were running. Now I want to feed others.” Last Saturday she delivered to a family at that same motel. Came back crying. “That was us five years ago. Now I get to be you.”
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I had two tickets to the Super Bowl. My dad was supposed to go with me. He passed away suddenly a week before the game. Everyone told me to sell the ticket. "It's worth $3,000!" I couldn't do it. I went to the stadium. I stood outside with a sign: "Free ticket. Must sit with me and tell me Dad jokes." People thought I was crazy. Then an older guy approached. He looked just like my dad. Flannel shirt. Kindly eyes. "I don't have a ticket," he said. "I just came to listen to the crowd.
My son used to love football. He died in a car wreck last year." I handed him the ticket. "You're sitting in seat 101," I said. We sat together. We ate hot dogs. We told bad jokes. We cried a little. For three hours, I had a dad, and he had a son. Best game of my life.
Had a friend tell me once: "When you're feeling overwhelmed, there are only two things you should do... get organized and get to work. The rest is just noise. Peace is found in progress."
Some of the best advice I've ever received.
🌶️This @ChilisJobs delivery driver Looks over his invoice for his next trip and notices that the customer left him a $30 tip because of the inclement weather, This instantly put him in a lighthearted mood, he arrives at his destination and glides his way to the door with the joy of an adolescent child, the customer clearly made his day, after a brief conversation expressing his gratitude and hyping their sliders he comes up with and token beatbox style performance into the RingCam before gliding his way back to his vehicle😁🌶️
#ServerLife #TexasSnow #CCTVGold #WorthItOrNah
every time you replace “this is hard” with “what’s the first step?” you shift brain activity from your amygdala (fear) to your prefrontal cortex (problem-solving).
that’s neuroplasticity in real time.
someone told me yesterday that when they feel nervous about trying something new & their heart starts beating really fast, that they call it their “inner applause” because their body is cheering them on, and i think that’s the best narrative adjustment ever.