I work as an ER greeter in a 36 bed emergency department, plus 2 trauma rooms and 4 behavior health holding rooms. It is an interesting job, and I never know what it is going to be like. We might be overflowing in the 60's or 70's, with wait times 7-8 hours...or even 12. Then there are days like last Saturday when we stayed around 13-15 til around 2 pm, and got up in the 20's.
The busier we are, the more attitude I get. But there are also a lot of nice people.
Something happened recently. Someone very close to me that I love deeply did something that hurt. It still hurts. And they may not even know that I know.
There have been a few times lately that someone said something that work that made my day and lifted me out of the funk I have been in:
Two different guys on different days complimented me with some very nice words about what a good job I do. Both had been in the waiting room for a while, and had been observing me. They made my day.
Then last night, a lady came out from the back and went to the vending machines. She then asked me if there was a store in the hospital. I asked her what she was looking for. She wanted a bottle of ginger ale for her husband (the patient). I told her I could get one from the kitchenette in the back. When I handed her the can of ginger ale and a straw, she thanked me and told me I was an angel. And thanked me again later.
Back up til yesterday morning when something happened that prompted this blog post. I had gotten some really nice pens to review from Amazon that were different colors (the pen, not the ink), and had sayings on them like Make a Difference, You can do it, You are awesome (I kept that one).
I had given a few out to coworkers. Then two ladies came in, dressed nicely, very nice in actions and words. Their coworker had come by ambulance, and they were going to hang out and see her when allowed until her husband got there.
This urge came over me at one point to give them one of those pens. Nah, might be weird. The urge stayed, so I went over to chat. I asked them if they could use a new pen, and explained. I told them I thought it was really nice of them to come to the hospital with their coworker. They both seemed very happy, and each picked a pen. Then one of them told me I made their day. They said they were having a really bad morning, and that helped a lot. They thanked me again when they left.
And you know what? It cost me nothing, and made me feel good.
There is a way too popular post that makes its rounds on Facebook. It condemns people for paying for the drink for the person behind them at Starbucks, and says these people should do something like pay for kids' lunches at schools who can't afford it.
Now I don't go to Starbucks, unless when shopping with family and they go there. And I don't think I have ever done or received in a drive thru.
But here is the thing: First off, I doubt the poster is giving money for lunches. Secondly, it makes people happy. It makes the person paying happy and feel good, and it makes the person benefiting from it happy and feel good. In fact, it probably makes their day.
There is so much sadness, depression, anger, hurting people in this world. What if we all tried doing something to make someone's day as often as we can? It doesn't take much. A candy bar, a can of soda, a pen, a compliment, a cauliflower pizza from Pizza Joes. (Wow, that was oddly specific!)
I have depression, and it can be pretty bad at times. But no matter how depressed I am, little things people have done and said have made my day.
More: My favorite nurse and I both like Diet Coke. I have bought her one when we are busy and I know her day is going rough. And she has bought me one on occasion. Just a couple weeks ago, she came out to the vending machines and asked if I wanted a Diet Coke. I told her she didn't need to buy one for me, but she persisted. Then she went to buy another, and they were out. I tried to give it back, but she insisted on getting herself a different kind. That made me feel really good.
Rewind to Valentine's Day. I got a call on my desk phone at work, and answered "ER front desk, this is Mark". A lady said "Oh, you are there. I was hoping. We are going to swing by." I wondered who on earth?! A few minutes later, the lady who runs the gift shop and another lady who also volunteers - both around or over 80 - came over. They had a sandwich bag full of sugar free candy - Russel Stovers and Werthers. They both hugged me and said they miss me out front. (Until August, I worked out front and saw them all the time.) That truly made my day, or more like it....my week.
There are a lot of posts on social media about Jesus flipping the tables. But the truth of the matter is that was not His usual behavior. And He only did that because people were ripping off worshipers in the synagogue. His usual behavior was making people's day: healing the lame, causing the blind to see again, forgiving sins. He had no time for politics. He was too busy doing good, being kind, and loving people.
WWJD.....Want to do what Jesus would do? Want to be like Jesus? Don't be political, don't try to win arguments. Love people, and do things to make their day. As often as you can. Don't limit it to a weekly thing. Or even daily. Try to make as many people's day as you can. And yeah, me too,
