As I sat there in pain, pale as I’ve never seen myself, one says, “Lift your feet, lean back, just sit there for awhile,” while another says, “Are you okay, are you on the clock?”
I think on this event as I sit here drinking my morning coffee. The first, is a hard worker, intense and studious to task, she works the land she dwells on and states it is not easy owning property, it requires a lot of hard work, and yet she comes in daily to earn her pay as well. The second, I am told does not really need the money or this job, she comes in as a favor to the owner. While quite nice, (I had believed her to be one of the nicest), yesterdays statement/question leaves me pondering her heart.
Thinking of ‘money’ before the ‘well-being’ of our fellow mates is an awful thing to wear in the heart. Imagine a soul whos only care is what is given, not considering for a moment what is received.
I clock out, every day, and continue to work while I eat my lunch. It has always been this way, I am dedicated to getting the work out in as little time as possible and do not mind giving a little, every day, to see that this happens. It is apparent that my gift of time is not noticed, or seemingly taken into account on this one occasion when I am hit with a surprise, intestinal malady. Twenty minutes is what it took for me to be able to move, the sweating subsided and color returned to face, no longer feeling as though I might pass out.
It is these little things which tell the hearts of humanity. The subtle things which can be explained and justified. I am certain the second feels no shame in thinking of money before my health, if she even thinks of the situation at all.
Today, as she walks in cheerily saying good morning, I will return the greeting, yet I know now a little more than before of the inner workings of this one in particulars heart, and it is not something I would choose as friend.
Be observant, notice these things. As you remain cordial, even friendly, beware the hearts that only take, and do not give.