I’m sure we’ve all had those days when we wished things had gone differently. As I was riding to a meeting today enjoying the beautiful sunny skies I was thinking about a million different things. When I stopped daydreaming I soon realized I was behind a “honey wagon”. For those of you not familiar with this term it does NOT carry honey. It’s a truck used to pump and haul human waste.
I immediately realized that no matter how bad my day may be, someone else may have it worse. I’ve been told many times it takes a special person to do the work I’ve done the past 13 plus years and I believe that’s true, it’s not for everyone. The “honey wagon” job also takes a special person. There is no way I would want that job! I’m thankful there are people out there who can do that. I’m also thankful for police, fire and medical personnel, preachers, teachers, and so many others. If you really think about it, everyone’s job is special in it’s own way. We are all needed in order to do the work that needs to be done and we should all appreciate the jobs that others do. No one person’s job is more important than another.
Many jobs want people with experience, but then where do they get that experience? Others want people with a degree, not everyone can afford the time and cost associated with that. In my opinion the most important thing any worker in any field needs is common sense and a good work ethic and unfortunately not everyone is raised in an environment that encourages that. Common sense is not something you can teach someone who is already an adult if they don’t seem to have it already. It’s something you should learn starting out as an infant/toddler and then develop over the years. That’s a discussion all on it’s own for another time, maybe.
Having been a stay at home mom at one time, that too is a job. Granted there’s no monetary pay for it, but it is a job with very big rewards, the best of which are hugs, kisses, memories and seeing your children grow into adults raising your grandchildren and helping others. 🤗 There were untold sleepless nights, tears, fears, and rough days, but they could have been worse. None of my boys were in bad accidents or deathly ill.
I rode a few different times today and my thoughts each time were focused on the fact it could always be worse. As I came home from work, the long scenic way of course, I was confronted with a large truck and the car behind it swerving way over into my lane as they went around someone who was mowing. Being I was on the bike I was able to move over and out of the way more than I could have had I been in my 4 wheel vehicle. Later on another ride, I was hit by small debris as it flew up from a freshly paved road. That too could have been worse, it could have been slippery oily pavement. I was later hit by small debris from someone mowing, at least it wasn’t rocks or sticks that were shooting out, it also could have been worse. At one point I heard a very loud rumbling noise that had me worried, but it turned out to be 2 military helicopters going over. Thankfully it wasn’t my bike.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that no matter what may happen around us or to us, it could always be worse. As long as we’re still here on this earth we need to try to remember that, especially on the rough days. If we’re having a bad day, maybe we can try to think instead of a good day. If we see someone else having a bad day, maybe there’s something we can try to do to make it better.
Life is what we make it, one day at a time.
Ramblings of a Christian Grandma Biker 