Season of Giving

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I owe a debt of gratitude to a woman who verbally attacked a young cashier the other day. It was a small act of cruelty that lingered with me for days. I couldn’t shake it until I could find a positive solution to my pain.

I was at my local coffee shop, the day after the shooting in Newtown, Connecticut. The sun had just come up. Sleep and sorrow wrapped around me like a fuzzy scarf. The vexed woman spoke with the cashier in a disappointed tone.

“What do you mean you’re out?” she said.

“I’m sorry,” the cashier said. “We are out of the green tea powder right now. May I get you something else?”

The customer seethed.

“I can’t believe you don’t have my drink,” the woman said.  She ranted about professionalism, disappointment with the cashier, and dismay at the coffee shop’s business practices.

A manager stepped in and offered apologies.  A free beverage was proposed.

“I came here specifically for that drink,” she said.

The manager packaged up a complimentary bagel and a beverage for the woman. She offered it with a smile and a sincere apology.

The red-faced woman snapped the bag from the manager’s hand and stormed out of the shop without a word.

It was just barely seven in the morning.

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I couldn’t fathom the source of her outburst. How a missing green tea powder could inspire such venom so early in the morning was incomprehensible. Pain and anger felt for lost children I could understand. And yet, for this woman on this particular day, an 86’d green tea powder really cut her to the core.

A few hours later, I noticed I was still thinking about the coffee shop melt down. Rather than move past the incident, I replayed the events in my mind’s eye over and over again. I started to embellish the memory. I added fictional speeches in which I would express the need for compassion and gratitude in a broken world. I became anxious for the staff’s well-being, worried they were traumatized. I concentrated on her angular gestures, the tone of her voice, and the way she carried herself as she moved past the barista station.  Honestly, I was kind of obsessing over the whole thing.

I shared with my husband how torn up I was over the coffee shop blow out. Rather than belittle my caffeinated fixation, he kindly suggested that I take more time to explore the root cause of what had me so upset.

A walk around the block helped calm my thinking. By the time I returned to my apartment’s gated door, I realized I shared a trait with the ill-tempered customer. I, too, felt a disproportionate amount of emotion over a minor thing. I had what the unhappy woman had: an amplifying mind. I magnified the coffee shop mistake and transformed it into a grave injustice.

Seeking a solution, I reached out to a dear friend. My companion grinned as she prescribed a set of contrary actions to alleviate my condition. She suggested I do five to ten unselfish acts of kindness for the next few weeks, making sure that no one noticed. The goal of my work, she expained, was to spread joy to others and keep the whole business to myself.

“These mitzvahs,” she said, “are only for you and God to know about. No one else.”

The Season of Giving

During the holidays I think we all struggle with expectations of others and ourselves. We dream of doing great things and experiencing perfect moments, but are disappointed when outcomes don’t turn out the way we believe they should. We hope for a “perfect” Christmas, a “flawless” recipe, or an “impeccable” dining experience as we define what “perfect” means to us. We might even hope that the people around us would be more loving, more generous, more compassionate to everyone around them. But who are we to make decisions about how people are supposed act?

When events don’t unfold as we imagined them to, we get upset, take things personally, and feel hurt. How we deal with those uncomfortable feelings of pain and hurt are up to us.

I think many of us believe the best solution to pain is by spreading the suffering out and away from us. We lash out at others for the discomfort we feel. We hurt ourselves when we take things that happen in the world personally, even though they have nothing to do with us. But when we stop expecting big things from others and begin to ask ourselves how we can help fund the bank of our own happiness, things really start to change.

During this holiday, rather than wallow in disappointment about human tragedy and inconsiderate actions of others (like angry ladies in coffee shops), I’m taking my friend up on her challenge. I’m approaching the adventure of finding opportunities for giving secret moments of kindness to strangers all throughout my day. Rather than dwell in frustration, I will relish in secret acts as they fill my heart and rekindle my faith in human kindness.

I might even offer up a prayer that I may run into that angry coffee shop lady so I can do something nice for her.

But here’s the thing–even if I do, I can’t tell you. That’s part of the fun.

Happy Holidays

11 Replies to “Season of Giving”

  1. I love this post. Other people’s actions sticks with me as well.
    “But who are we to make decisions about how people are supposed act?”
    What you say is true. We can’t make these decisions. Often, I find the situations that rankle me most are the ones where I can see bad behaviour occur, but I can do little to affect it. As in your case, a situation that you weren’t involved in but could only watch unfold.
    I find the only thing that brings me peace of mind is quietly, but firmly, sticking up for what I think is right in those situations where I have the opportunity to do so. Your friend’s idea for good deeds in order to strike a balance is a wonderful one. I know it will help you feel better.
    The season isn’t over yet. I do hope you get to witness a wonderful good moment out of it as well. Otherwise here are some that restore one’s faith in humanity. The good things, they happen silently sometimes, and don’t get the attention they should. They need to be celebrated.

    Happy holidays! Wishing you the best.

  2. What a wonderful message, Brooke. And what a wonderful friend to inspire you to see the light through the darkness. I teach my kids each day about the value in doing for others and the gift in doing a “mitzvah”. May you continue to be blessed and enlightened. Happy New Year to you!

  3. My favorite post of yours to date and one that has me thinking about the beautiful idea of mitzvahs and how I can incorporate them into my own life. Yes. This is good. Merry Christmas!

  4. I read this yesterday while on my way to work and have been thinking about it ever since. Such a simple thing to say, and yet not so easy to carry out. Will be on my own little quest to find random acts of kindness; amazing how doing something for others can pull me out of my own funk!

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