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If you knew someone was having a bad day, would you still?

I had to cancel my hair appointment yesterday. I am long overdue and I was bummed about making the call. I had been at a very sad funeral and watched my husband serve as a pallbearer once again. I then drove him to the airport and went to pick up my sweet Ben who was obviously in a fair amount of discomfort (thank God for my sweet and dearest friend Holly who didn't even bat an eye when I asked her to fit my sick child into her busy schedule). While these activities are taking place, I am away from work and watching as my inbox is filling up (thank God for co-workers who understand the importance of caring for family). We make it to the doctors office where he tells me Ben has strep, hand/foot/mouth virus, and an ear infection. Quinn is tired and crabby and mad at me because I won't let him play with his friends 24 hours a day. As soon as we get back to the car, I call to cancel my appointment.

The lady says, in the most disgusted, annoyed tone ever, "Ok. Well, I guess I'll let her know that you cancelled AGAIN."

I cried.

I wonder if that lady knew I was having a bad day if she would have used that tone? I wonder how many people are having bad days? Shouldn't we treat everyone as if they might be having a bad day? This was the greatest reminder to me and I wanted to share. I always say, everyone has something they are dealing with. I don't always remember to treat people that way, but its good to get a reminder.

TREAT EVERYONE AS IF THEY MIGHT BE HAVING A BAD DAY.

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  1. TrinaJanuary 27, 2012 at 12:21 PM

    Jessie Joy, this is such a good reminder of the way I want to treat people. I love you and your insight so much! <3

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