As you may know, I spend a LOT of my day interacting with car people-- body shop people, dealership people, car sales people, towing people, etc, etc. In general, these people are often times single men. And of these men, a good portion of them are on the somewhat.. er, less sensitive side. So what I am trying to say, is I don't typically expect to find the concern and compassion of a relief society member in my day to day interactions with these men.
Well, shame on me.
On Tuesday morning, I woke up late (as is my morning routine) and rushed to work without breakfast. I'd like to just note here that I have officially entered the stage of pregnancy in which you are HUNGRY all. the. time. So I was especially cranky and especially not feeling well that morning. I went to pick up a car from the Nissan dealership here in Orem. When I got to the service writer's desk to pick up the key, we did a little bit of chatting. Always one eager to voice my complaints, I was quick to let him know I didn't get any breakfast and that I'm pregnant- which means, of course, I should be entitled to food when ever I want it. It was only seconds later that he and two other service writers were cramming more granola bars and apple juice boxes than I could carry in my arms from their stash in their break room.
And that's it, that's all to the story. I know it's simple. But something about it kind of bolstered my faith in people-- that, in general, we do all want to help our neighbor and ease one another's burden. It opened my eyes that morning and encouraged me to look and see where I might be able to help someone else. Just wanted to pass it on.
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