Gratitude has become the hot spot in self help right now.  Gratitude journals, Facebook challenges, etc.  I too have tried to put this practice into play in my own life.  I especially like to do this when I’m down.  I stop, take a moment, and go write down all the things I’m thankful for and going right for me. Kind of puts things into perspective.  No, it’s not really the end of the world, you just have teenagers living in your house.

Last week I called Whole Foods and ordered three large pizzas to be picked up.  They told me they’d be ready in about 30 minutes.  I arrived 33 minutes later only for the guy behind the counter to say he didn’t have my order.  He just started his shift and no one had written down that there were to be three pizzas made.  Great.  He said he’d start them right now but he’d need 20 minutes.  Okay, no way in hell I’m going home and cooking dinner tonight.  So I start roaming the store looking at stuff I don’t need managing to put stuff in my cart.  I was mad.  Fuming.  Then I thought about it some more browsing gluten free cookies and had to laugh at myself.  Seriously Rachel.  You’re upset that your organic pizza wasn’t made and you’ll have to shop around the organic grocery store for 20 minutes while it’s made.  If that isn’t the ultimate first world problem I don’t know what is.

I thought about a friend of mine whose husband is desperately waiting for a liver on the transplant list.  People in Africa dying by the thousands from Ebola and millions of people fleeing their home to escape certain death for religious reasons.  I’m upset that my pizza wasn’t made.  I continued on past the Tom’s shoes and bought some fruit.  By the time I returned to for my pizza I’d spent about $75 and had let go of my pizza rage.

As I approached the counter, a young man about 20, came from behind the counter to say he was so sorry about what happened.  It was his fault he said.  He took the order but then got called to the front to take a phone call.  He said the phone call was some bad news and it just derailed him.  He forgot the pizzas.  He was even going to give me one of the pizzas for free.  Now I really felt foolish for ever being mad.  He didn’t elaborate on what bad news he’d received but I can imagine it was probably worse then you’ll have to wait 20 more minutes for your pizza.  I was so impressed that someone so young could be so good at customer service.  I told him no worries that it was fine.  It was really fine now.  I was grateful to get my pizza, go home to my family, and spend my Sunday evening thinking about how good things really are.


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