She got on the bus and looked around for an empty seat. She spotted one with an elderly lady sitting by the window. Keeping her handbag and two shopping bags on her left and right shoulder secure, she made her way through the aisle and plopped down on the empty seat. She was young, pretty, probably in her early twenties. A couple of blocks later, the elderly lady stood up for her stop and asked the pretty young woman to let her pass. The woman looked up from her iPhone, annoyed at the intrusion and didn’t bother to move her shopping bags out of the way. Without much choice, the lady squeezed her way out, knocked off one of the woman’s shopping bags, spilling out half of its contents. “Damn!” the young woman screamed to which the lady could only offer a hushed apology.
One late Friday afternoon, traffic was at a standstill. The rain lashed out on commuters and private car owners alike. Nature’s a great equalizer; no one is excused from its wrath. It doesn’t really care on whom it shines or pours. Amidst a sea of cars that crawled the highway as if trailing a funeral march, the engine of an SUV coughed, then let out a loud tapping noise, and seconds after, knocked out the engine dead with a low rumble. The driver stepped out and manoeuvred the wheel to push the car to one side of the road. The rain didn’t let up and the SUV hardly moved despite the driver’s desperate attempt to turn the wheel and push the car at the same time. One car after another moved along though driver and passengers alike ogled for a second or two at the poor man, drenched as he was in the pouring rain. And just when loud thunderstorms crashed out of the darkened sky, a couple of university students came to help and push the car. The Armani watch on one boy’s wrist and a Diesel on the other gleamed in the rain, as they stuck out their arms to push the dead SUV out of everyone’s way. Was it their designer watches and signature shirts or their kind and neighbourly act that caught people’s attention?
Instances like these have made my daily trips to work far more interesting than I would have thought possible. Again and again, they showed me how attitude drives our day.
That young woman happily listened to music on her iPhone but decided it was a bad day because someone knocked over her shopping bags. For the SUV driver, on the other hand, the bad weather gave him a wonderful opportunity to realize how people, even those who appear snobbish, elitist or snooty, can make our day into a good one.
So what am I driving at? There really aren’t good days or bad days.
Every day, we have 24 hours to live it the way we want. And what drives the day is our attitude towards the events that come our way.
Regardless of the clothes we have, the gadgets we use, the car we drive or even the house we live in, the kind of person we are shines through by the attitude we wear each day.
I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve been blind-sided on a number of occasions and behaved quite badly. Even so, I continue to struggle each day hoping that my attitude looks better than any of the stuff I wear or keep in my purse.
What about you? What do you wear each day?