Thursday, August 11, 2011
Outlook
SO, I woke up the other morning on the wrong side of the bed, it was going to be one of those days I had decided. I am running late for work, flying thru traffic, and then I come to a stop light, and to the right of me is a bus station. I see a lady hobbling over to take a seat on the bench to wait for the bus. There is something wrong with her leg, I can tell by the way she is walking. She is an older lady, not real old, let's just say her youth is behind her. And it is HOT outside. And as she finally takes a seat on the bench, she sighs, she obviously walked far with a not so good leg in the boiling heat, and she is tired, tired and hot. She was relieved to sit and rest, while she awaits the bus. Tears begin to well up in my eyes. Here I have been grumbling and groaning about how bad things are going for me and how I have decided that it is going to be a bad day. And I am sitting in my car, with cool air blowing in my face, my choice of music playing, no physical ailments. There is a tugging at my heart and a knock to my head from God to remind me that I am blessed. I don't know why sometimes it takes these things to make us realize how blessed we are, but I am glad it does. We never know what someone is facing, what hardship they are battling. We should always be grateful for what we have. I think this lady was grateful for that bus bench, because after she sighed, she smiled. My outlook had completely changed all in the time it took that red light to turn green. I decided to not have a bad day that day.
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Reminds me of Bebo Norman's song, "The Man Inside."
You're waking me up from my daydream
Making me look up from my precious world
Forcing me to see your point of view
This broken sidewalk, not so broken as
The man who likes to walk, jumping all the cracks
Pushing his old bike, he's sure to smile at you
I was looking for the quick way home
But you were happy just to be alone
Something magic must have caught my eye
I saw the secret of the man inside
I saw the secret of the man inside
It's not the sun-baked brick lines in your skin
Thick with chain grease, aged and clumsy hands
It isn't struggled words you fight to say
Beneath the man-suit, beneath your purple skin
There is a boy who don’t know that he's a man
He simply close his eyes and he can fly away
I was driving in the same old car
But you were dreaming of a land so far away
I was looking through my corner eye
But you were singing with the man inside
You were singing with the man inside
Some think they got a lot to offer
some think they got a lot to give
Those people think they own this world
but some people know to truly live
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