I often come across irrate people and people that whine and complain about everything and it always reminds me of a story I came across years ago. It was in one of the Chicken Soup For the Soul books by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen.
In the story, the writer (whose name I am not aware of) relayed that he lived in the east San Francisco bay area and worked in San Francisco. He commuted daily, traveling across the Bay Bridge. He told of the daily dread he faced getting in his car and knowing he was going to be stuck in traffic on his way to work and then at work he’d be surrounded by rude, unhappy people who would complain and whine all day long. He didn’t ever look forward to a day surrounded by negativity. One day, as Business Man was in line at the toll booth on the Bay Bridge, he noticed that all of the toll workers were going through the same repetitive motions and they looked bored to tears. He felt sorry for them having to work a full shift in the tiny 3×4 booths, doing the same monotonous thing over and over again. Business Man thought there was no wonder why they were sometimes rude and didn’t even look at the person handing them the toll. As the line moved and he got closer to the toll booths, Business Man noticed one toll taker that stood out from the others. The man was wearing a brightly colored bandana around a head full of dreadlocks. He was moving around as if dancing and appeared to be singing and was definitely making eye contact and smiling at everyone. Business Man paid his toll and fought traffic, arrived at work and had to deal with the same rude, negative people all day long. The next day, on the way to work, Business Man maneuvered his car into the toll lane of Dreadlock Man. And yes, that day the man had the same positive, upbeat demeanor. Dreadlock Man was singing and as he accepted the toll from Business Man’s outstretched hand, he smiled and said “thank you; have a great day” and continued to dance and sing, waiting for the next car! Days went by and Dreadlock Man remained his happy, positive self. One day the following week, with few cars behind him in the toll lane, Business Man asked Dreadlock Man how he could remain so happy doing the same boring task all day, every day. What was the secret, Business Man wanted to know. Dreadlock Man smiled and told Business Man that as he stood in the bland 3×4 toll booth each day, he reminded himself that everywhere around him there were countless people in poor health, with no job, no roof over their heads, a hungry stomach, no family and nothing to look forward to. And then he compared himself to them and his happiness that he had his health, job, home, food, family, and his freedom, made it impossible to stop smiling; to stop dancing; to stop singing; to stop being thankful.
I read that story at least seven years ago and it has stayed with me. It makes sense. It reminds me that, while my life may not be full of luxury and “things”, I have a lot. It reminds me that I should be joyously singing and dancing and smiling.
I try to remember this story every day.
It does make a difference.
*stands, clapping–sticks two fingers in mouth and whistles appreciatively, stomping* YES!
There’s a similar guy who works as a subway conductor. I don’t know if he has dreadlocks though because I’ve only ever heard his voice.
Perfect timing for an upbeat story.
This is funny. Not funny, ha ha funny, but strange. I’ve been over that bridge, and others. The Bay Area has some of the nicest toll workers I’ve ever seen. (Second would be the ones in Denver along the 470.) They are always smiling, friendly.
You reap what you sow. This guy had it right.
I think it is nice that dreadlock man is happy. I’m not so thrilled with his reasoning though. What if everyone else cheered up? Then, he couldn’t be happy by comparing himself to those less fortunate and feeling better than them. I like the idea of just singing and enjoying that.
And, there is some pleasure to be had in some repetitive activities. Not wanting to be lewd, I’ll stop this comment now.
instead of “retelling” somebody else’s story, why not find your own, it sound much more authentic and hve greater impact on the audience. I’m a big girl now and I don’t need to read rehashed stories in simplified language. And you’re big enough that you don’t ned this prop either as an excuse to write.
I’m crazy enough that I sng opera when I worked in the fish canneries every day for 10-16 hours as a kid to keep myself from going crazy. I sang in the strawberry and cucumber fields too for years on end…
let the voice inside you sing and when it begins, it will never end. rely on your own abilities and the words will come.
we don’t need another Ladybook reader for adults based on the Chicken Soup series– and sometimes the goody0two shoes mentality doees get a bit borings and isolates the audience.
find your own voice, sing your own song and tell your own stories… you’ve many inside you.
Pogomcl…you’ve obviously missed the point of this blog and of this post. I’m sorry you wasted your time reading it.
I read pogomcl’s comment, and then I re-read your opening line: I often come across irrate people and people that whine and complain about everything …
… and then I laughed and laughed.
Thank you, David. That made ME laugh!