Cutting in Line
This morning I will give a presentation to give to a group of foster parents about the importance of fathers and primary male role models in the lives of children. The location of the session is downtown Nashville and traffic in this ever burgeoning city, like life, is always unpredictable.
I left extra early and to my relief everything ran smoothly. I arrived quite a bit ahead of schedule and so asked Google where the closest McDonald’s was located. When I got to the fast food joint I discovered where all the traffic was…in the drive thru line! It was backed up out of the parking lot and into the street. After finally being able to park I went inside and stood in line to order my coffee and biscuit.
As I waited two women, having a lively conversation, walked through the door and without hesitation made their way to the next available cashier. I thought about speaking up, considered telling them there was a line and to proceed to the back. Instead, I smiled, listened as they placed their order and continued their dialogue with each other. My turn came and all was well. I found a seat, sipped my house blend and ate my “not really good for me but very tasty” sausage biscuit. I did a little reading, tried meditating while the smoothie machine blared in the back ground and was thankful for a moment to center myself before a hectic day.
I think back to the “absorbed in their own world” women who just assumed it was their turn to order and the choice of reactions I had before me. Too often we choose to express or demand our rights, declare outrage at the perceived injustices, refuse to take second place, a position of servant-hood and put others before us.
Allowing irritations, inconveniences, negative situational possibilities to not materialize takes patience, kindness, a refusal to be consumed by ego\self and a willingness to accept that more often than not life doesn’t go as planned.