Sunday , 25 June 2017

Sad People: Dead at 25, Buried at 70

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he store where I purchase rhinestones requires customers to take a number and wait to be called. I’ve come to know each of the sales clerks enough to make small talk and ask them how they’re doing.

In other words, I don’t just start with, “Let me see Swarovski, ss20’s in crystal volcano.”

The last time I was there I was being helped by the woman with whom I’m most familiar. I greeted her with a big smile and enthusiastically said, “How ya doing’?”

Most of us don’t think about our reply to this question. We impulsively respond with the generic,

  • I’m fine
  • I’m good
  • I can’t complain etc.

However, this encounter was different.

Before she replied, she paused, was completely still, stared at me, took a deep breath, shrugged her shoulders and said, “No joy, I have no joy.” I inquired further and she said, “I stand here all day, wearing this uniform while I count out rhinestones.”

Her eyes were sad and she looked as though she was taking her last breath and was about to die. I felt sad for her.

I knew she was in her 40’s but at that moment she had the disposition of a 90-year-old.

The very first sentence in my book, Rich by Choice, Poor by Habit , is a quote from Benjamin Franklin. It says, “Most men die at age 25 but are not buried until they are 70.

How sad that so many of us die with so much life left in us.

I know that each one of us is here for a reason. I know that regardless of loss, illness and limitations we each have the power to create the life we want. I know that we can choose happiness over sadness.

I spoke with her for a while. She’s happily married with grown children. She simply hates what she does for a living.

I found it interesting that even though she has no idea what I do for a living, she kept saying to me, “You’re lucky.” When I asked why she said that she replied, “Because you have courage, you’re not afraid.”

This woman was clearly reaching out. I felt like she needed to hear something special.

Assuming she’s not depressed, what would you have said to her?

What advise or encouraging words do you have for someone who is miserable in their job?  What would you say to her?

I really want to know so please comment below. Thanks in advance.

“And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” ~ Abraham Lincoln

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Yours in love and dance, Laurie

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