Most people have a gift. That little nugget of bliss that occurs for them when they need it. You could look at it as having the best of luck or the worst of luck.
For example, I have a friend that has the best luck finding parking spaces. She can pull up to a place and find parking right in front of the building. Living in New York City this is an amazing gift. This is her little gift that she has. Luck? Gift? Either one, it’s special.
My gift you ask? I can make any line come to a complete stand still. No joke. Every line at the store could have nine people in it. I can get in the line with one other person and it will go nowhere. This sounds like it would be frustrating but it’s become comical to me. My go to place is Bed Bath and Beyond. I gravitate towards Bed Bath and Beyond like a drunk to a dollar slice of pizza. If you live in Manhattan Bed Bath and Beyond is where it’s at. It’s cheaper than Target. Which by the way, what the hell happened to Target? They used to be my favorite and they just dropped the ball and kicked it the hell out of the park. When I would go back to Ohio I would go to Target and load up on stuff. Not anymore. When I can get my stuff cheaper in Manhattan. You did something wrong Target.
Back to Bed Bath and Beyond. I was there, spotted a line because it doesn’t matter what the length of the line is anymore obviously, I got in. The lady in front of me turned around and said, “Honey, you might want to choose a different line. This one ain’t moving.” With the usual defeated look on my face I said, “Honey, it doesn’t matter what line I get in. It won’t move.” She laughed and remarked “Well, at least you know it.” Yes, I am well aware of my gift and I embrace it. Why not?
I went on vacation with a friend to Aruba. When we got to the immigration section, I happen to pick a line that was the shortest. My friend chose another line. Yup, she made it through before me. When I came out the other side, she was standing there looking like I pulled off the most amazing magic trick. Laughing she said, “How do you do that?” Even my friends are aware. “It’s a gift” I always say.
I was at Detroit airport this week when our flight got canceled. The line to rebook your flight was a mile long. When the desk agent announced there was another service desk down at gate A66. People started running down there. The woman in front of me looked at a guy that was hesitant to run. She said, “I ain’t moving. I know too well how things work for me.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. I looked at her as if we had a connection, “You too?” I asked. “You don’t want to get behind me at the grocery store. That’s all I’m saying.” she said. I thought I had found my life partner. She knew her “gift” and she was OK with it. She embraced it and didn’t fight it. She was calm, collect and pleasant to be with in a line full of raging assholes yelling and complaining.
I can make the trains late too. If I’m not in a rush or have no where special to be. The train will run, no problem. If I have to be somewhere or have an appointment. The train will get halfway there and will come to a standstill. It’s got to the point when it happens, I laugh like a damn lunatic. When the train stops between stations and they announce, “We’re being held by the train dispatcher.” I laugh and throw my hands up and say “Of course”! So the next time you’re in a hurry and the train has some kind of “problem” and doesn’t move. Look around to see if I’m on the train. If so, please don’t hurt me because of my “gift.”
Here’s to hoping you realize your gift. Good or bad. Embrace it. Share it. Love it. It’s yours whether you like it or not.
“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring. All of which have the potential to turn a life around”