Today I went to pick up a Christmas present for my children at IKEA. The little one was with me and was happy to draw on one of their little electronic creation stations, so much that he didn’t want to leave. As I was in the midst of trying to persuade him to our next location the man beside me started yelling at the poor customer service representative. He clearly didn’t follow the directions, but maintained that it was not his job to do so and everyone there was stupid and useless. I tried not to listen to him, I really did, then I could see the exacerbation on that poor woman’s face and I could feel it inside me, that firery passion that just wanted to shout at this man. I’ve worked in customer service in the past, it is no easy task, and as much as it pains me to say, there are many people who like to treat those who work in these positions in a really negative way.
I really wanted to yell at him, I really did.
Then I looked at my son.
I don’t want him to grow up in this world of hate. If that’s my true wish, then it needs to start with me, I need to be the good. What I am feeling right now, I said to myself, is passion, it’s energy that’s completely full ; I can either use it in a negative way or I can use it in a very positive way.
I thanked everyone again in the store and smiled at the man and told him to have a nice day. He looked down and mumbled, who knows what, but I walked out of the store with a smile on my face. My immediate thought was that I shouldn’t have told him to have a nice day, I should have told him where to go. All I could really say to myself then is hate isn’t cured with more hate. I was still a little shaken when I got him, frustrated that people can be so mean in this world but now that I have had some time to think about it and mull it over I really do believe that as hard as it may be, meeting these type of people with love is a better course of action. It may take me a little practice but I would rather be the good.