Jolly
I waited in a waiting room the other day.
I didn’t particularly want to be there
& if I had a choice of places to be, I would definitely choose somewhere else.
But, I was
& so,
I waited.
A woman across from me waited too
& the the man to her left.
A few children were also in that waiting room
& they patiently waited too.
We all kept ourselves occupied with the chatter of a tv, a few magazines here and there, cellular devices and such, the wait wasn’t long, things were moving at a snappy rate.
So, considering the fact no one really wanted to be waiting, life was ok.
Until …
I’ve dubbed her attitude, because that’s what she was, that’s what she carried.
Attitude made it obvious, she did not want to be there, but instead of dealing the way everyone else was dealing, Attitude felt the need to share.
She started with the kind lady at the desk
& the domino effect of Attitude’s miserableness seeped into that room.
Awkward.
Cold.
Uncomfortable.
All because of one person.
One grumpy, sour person.
It seemed like forever, but finally, thankfully, Attitude decided to sit down.
Her noise fell silent with a big, huffy humph.
At that very moment, a UPS man walked in.
I’ve christened him jolly because that’s what he was, that’s what he carried.
With a ! Good Afternoon ! and a gigantic smile, that happy soul changed the vibe in an instant.
We could feel it
& that waiting room was alive again.
Chatter.
Smiles.
Cheerfulness.
All because of one person.
One bubbly, it’s great to be alive !! person.
I’m so thankful I was in that space when Jolly arrived.
He was my gentle reminder of how pleasant life can be when happiness is gifted.
& ahhhhh.
I’d rather be jolly.
