"Live with expectancy instead of expectation" - that’s the challenge I give in almost every presentation I make. Smile and the world smiles with you! Happy face, Happy place. I write about it! I challenge other people to live it! But in a split second I can slip into the same old patterns I so badly want to shed.
I was waiting to board my plane and once again the flight was late. I decided to keep a positive attitude about the whole thing. I purposely engaged the people around me in conversation. I tried hard to not allow circumstances to taint my attitude negatively and affect the experience of people around me. I even thanked the security personnel for the pat down. That….. is a miracle! I was very proud of myself. If I could have reached it, I would have given myself a congratulatory pat on the back. I was doing pretty good.
Finally they announced that the flight would be on its way. People who needed a little extra time to get down the jetway boarded before us. The last in this group was a pretty young woman in a wheel chair with an effervescent personality. When the agent asked if she could make it down the jetway on her own she answered with an emphatic yes, did a wheelie with her chair and disappeared into the jet-way. I boarded a few minutes later. I had carefully chosen my seat on this very cramped, small plane. Bulk head seat on the aisle. This was where I would have the most leg room and could get a lot of work done.
But alas! Someone was in my seat. My brow furrowed. So much for Happy face, Happy place. Before I could speak a fight attendant addressed me. “Would you kindly take the window seat?" she asked. But this is my seat, I thought, digging for the piece of paper that would prove it. The flight attendant lowered her voice,”This young lady prefers an aisle seat,” she said, gesturing toward the person in my seat. Since when, I wondered, are people allowed to sit where they prefer to sit rather than where they were assigned to sit. I said nothing but I’m sure that my face communicated the inconvenience and displeasure I felt.
As I huffed my way past the passenger sitting in my aisle seat I saw for the first time that she was the spirited young lady who had done the wheelie on the way to the airplane. Surely she had seen my ugly face, but she smiled and apologized. I assured her it was I who needed to apologize. During this flight we had a wonderful conversation. We talked about attitude and how it affects our life.
I found out her name was Joannah and at 17 she had been in an accident that injured her spinal cord. She has been paralyzed from the waist down ever since. With a smile that lit up the cabin she told me she was on her way to Japan alone to do research for her dissertation on Ancient Japanese art and literature.
She asked what I did for a living. I sheepishly admitted that I spread good news and laughter around the world but today I was waiting for my face to get the memo. We laughed and chatted the entire flight. As I drove home, I thanked God for health and for the opportunity to meet this vivacious and courageous woman. I prayed that God would continue to help me live with the kind of grateful attitude and a daily sense of adventure Joannah demonstrated that day. Meeting her reminded me…..
That’s what I want. A wheelie attitude.
Thanks, Joannah!
Am I the only one that can loose my grip on a good attitude in a heartbeat? Who have you met that inspired you with a “Wheelie Attitude”?
Bill Gothard, isolated four “Levels of Friendship”:
1. acquaintance
2. casual friend
3. close friend and
4. intimate friend
Here is my question: Do our “cyber-friends,” the social network “friends” we have never met, fit in any of these categories? Are they part of another category all together? Are they really friends?
Several years ago I came to the sad realization that I had almost no friends. I had thousands of fans, I had a successful career, I had lots of stuff, but I had no real friends. I had people all around me and I was still alone. I remember telling my wife, Diane, that I was afraid when I died she wouldn’t be able to find six people who were willing to carry the box I was buried in. I had nightmares of her pulling the casket down the church steps alone; thump, thump, thump...I have good news! I now have friends!
So how did I find friends in a desert of fans? I assessed what would be required to develop friendships and I purposefully changed my lifestyle to make it happen. Here’s what I came up with.
In Happily Ever Laughter you'll find real-life stories from humorists who know how to spot life's funny events, even when the joke falls squarely on them. This is a book about treating marriage in the best ways, which include generous doses of laughter.
God proved His sense of humor by inventing marriage. The problem is that we often fail to get the delightful joke that can produce joy for a lifetime—how two radically different, shockingly incompatible, deeply flawed, and incurably bent people can actually become one. Marriage is an expression of the humorous side of God's grace. We dare you not to laugh when you see yourself (and your marriage) in these pages.
Discover the lighter side of marriage with these hilarious guides: Ken Davis, Chonda Pierce, Jeff Allen, John Branyan, David Dean, Kendra Smiley, Daren Streblow, and others.