Monday, September 2, 2013
I think it's good to set aside a day to think about how we are served by others, how we serve others. As I muse over my oatmeal this morning, I stop to consider how many people worked to put this meal on my table, from the farmer who grew the oats to the potter who made the bowl it sits in, from the stocker who put the coffee on the shelf at the market to the designer who created the mug from which I drink, from the pharmacist who prepares my calcium pills to the clerk at COSTCO where I purchased them. If you stop to consider it, we are all intimately connected. Yet, in our rush to be about the business of our lives, we don't often think of this. These other people, upon whom our lives depend, are, for the most part, anonymous.
The Whitehouse maître d in The Butler told him, "You hear nothing. You see nothing.
You only serve." When I was teaching I rarely sat down for breakfast at home. Frequently I used Dunkin' Donuts Drive Thru on my way to work. The same woman
In celebration of that anonymous woman at Dunkin' Donuts and all those who serve silently, I am going to make it a point today to thank those I come in contact with who are serving me. I hope I keep it up tomorrow and beyond.