Last week, I was having one of “those” days; pissed off, almost feeling like the world was out to get me.
Something didn’t go my way & I immediately internalized it as something was taken from me. Know that feeling?
Later that day, I get an email from a buddy who was traveling in Mexico, and he shared how his luggage was stolen, and he was feeling ‘that’ same thing – having something stolen.
He described it as almost “Why me?” He goes in his email to share how when crossing back over the border, he came across a group of women – mothers, clutching onto their infant babies, in some cases, multiple infants in their arms, desperately asking for donations from all the cars entering back into the U.S. And he shared how in that moment, his perspective totally changed.
He said he went from “Why me?” to being totally grateful for what he did have. He basically said he no longer felt sorry for himself.
And here’s the thing: he had no idea I was feeling crappy that day.
Maybe a coincidence…. But in reading that quick email from him, it totally shifted my perspective; it totally changed the way I was feeling.
I called him later to thank him, and he said, “My intentions weren’t to get you to change the way you were feeling. I just felt it was an experience worth sharing.”
I’ll never forget that. And I think about how most people would have tried to convince me to stop feeling sorry for myself. But it would have most likely just bounced off the barriers I had up that day.
For me, this experience with that email reminds me why we share our stories. It’s what we’re supposed to be doing. It’s what reaches into our hearts and activates us to change.