After a 6-hour flight from New York, I landed in Seattle at midnight. A bit exhausted, I stumbled to the Uber line. Normally, I talk to my Uber drivers, but this night, I would have been happy just to make it home without falling asleep.
But, my driver arrived, and he just had this glow. He was listening to a comedy show on the radio. My no-nonsense-it’s-late-and-I-have-to-get-up-early attitude quickly dissolved. Suddenly, I was no longer tired. Through his smile, he told me that he works two jobs – for Uber and in hotel maintenance. And is proud that he owns a home.
Until I heard his real story, I wondered what the source of his energy was. He immigrated to the U.S. six years ago from Iran. Because he’s Christian, he was run out of his home, and can never go back. To come to the U.S., he left behind his business (worth $450,000) and every person he knows. Think about that for a minute – everything he’s ever had and everyone he’s ever known. And, all he could focus on was what was going right in his life. That is what gratitude looks like.
I walked in my front door that evening with renewed energy, realizing I just got a lesson in gratitude.
Lessons I learned:
Everyone has a story. You won’t regret taking time to listen to the stories that cross your path.
Gratitude is infectious. Whom can you share it with?