This blog is simply a humble attempt at changing my perspective on life by choosing to serve more. I have a lot of faith that this little process (well, it doesn't seem so little when I have 2008 acts of service yet to document) will work.
Oh, please, please let it work.
My little heart could use the help!
Anyway, even though this is a feeble, shy attempt at change, I am going to take a moment to brag. I have been taught that I shouldn't brag, so this goes against my upbringing and values--
but
here
it
goes.
I consider myself one great pedestrian. After having had close to 10 years of experience enrolled/working on a college campus, I have used my fair share of crosswalks. And I am gooooooood!
I am quick. I am friendly. I wave. I wait until a car has slowed or is already stopped. I sometimes allow cars to cross if they have been waiting forever. I am conscientious.
I was even complimented by a community member on how excellent my skills were. It was such a proud moment. I have a little perma-grin just thinking of that.
Anyway, now to the main post.
I generally love letting people cross, unless I have two minutes to get to class, and every student/student's mother/student's pet decides to use all of the crosswalks. Then my parasympathetic responses kick in, and I feel like I am going to abandon my car and just run to class. So much stress.
So, that is why it is nice to arrive to campus early (just what I did). And to my pleasant surprise, I had ample time to let many students cross, and I happily waited for several who were almost-but-not-quite-to-the-curb. You know the students I am talking about!
I know this may not seem like true service to some, but I really think that the small things count for me. This was one of those moments where I could slow down mentally and just let time--and people--pass. It was wonderful!
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