The following is a true story that happened to me, personally, on the morning of Tuesday, August 16th 2016.
Hundreds of years ago, parents would pass wisdom down to their children and grand children through story-telling. Stories provided a way to share insights and lessons in a way that felt natural for both the parent and the child.
Well, now I have a story to share with you.
This is a story that happened to me one morning while I was about 10 minutes into a sunrise jog. The day started out pretty ordinary for me. I woke up before the sun, drank a glass of water and strapped up my shoes.
I’ll be honest – I’m not a fan of exercise.
Let me say that I’m not really a fan of exercising. I was very active in my 30’s because I came to the realization that I had a terrible sweet tooth and the only way for me to continue eating what I wanted was to workout on a regular basis.
Then my 40’s came and I started to slow down a bit. I made a commitment to turn that around in June and began exercising in earnest again.
Anyway, so I was out on my run that morning–the second day of the school year it just so happened. I was coming up on an entrance to a residential development which was also a bus stop. A group of about 8 high school students were at the stop. It couldn’t have been later than about 6:45 am.
As I approached this group, they all heard me coming and shuffled to make room for me to pass. None of them were terribly alert, but they were all hovering over the glowing screens of their smartphones.
As I entered the intersection, something caught my eye on the ground below as I ran past. I think I just saw a $10 bill. I stopped in my tracks and turned around. It was a $10 bill.
I bent over and picked it up. I held the bill into the air and asked, “Did anyone drop a $10 bill?” It couldn’t have been more than 6 feet away from the closest student at the bus stop and no more than about 15 feet from the furthest.
They all looked at me in dazed wonderment. At first, no one said a word. Then a few muttered, “Nope.” Then one boy said, “I guess it’s your lucky day!”
It was my lucky day – paying attention paid off.
It was my lucky day, I guess. But it could have been one of their lucky days just as easily. The difference was that I was paying attention to my surroundings and they were not.
The universe rewarded me that morning for paying attention. I think we’re rewarded for paying attention in other ways as well–not always in monetary compensation, though. Sometimes we’re rewarded with affection or attention from others. Sometimes we’re rewarded with knowledge or insight. Rewards come to us in many forms. I encourage you to pay attention and see what rewards will come your way.Sharing: One Dad's story about how he became a professional athlete (sorta). #parenting Click To Tweet
Oh, and I am pretty sure this makes me a professional athlete as well. I was paid to run that morning, after all!