It was a hot, humid, and stagnant morning to be unloading furniture. While it’s a rough estimate, at 6:00 am the temperature was already in the upper 80s.
There were lots of moving days recently and my patience for the activity was running low. So with conduct unbecoming of a lady I complained, mumbled four-letter words and acted frustrated.
Then, in the midst of all the sweat and cardboard, the driver says, “When I started this job I weighed 350 pounds. In three months, I have lost 100 pounds. I love this job.” He continued to say, “I didn’t like it when I started. It was really hard, but I’m glad I stuck with it. I feel better and better everyday.”
His joy and appreciation shined through on an otherwise oppressive morning, an impressive display of character.