To the Cashier Today Who Promised My Son a Nightmare
The cashier asked me how I was.
I told him I was, livin’ the dream.
He said it’s more like living a nightmare.
(More people respond with that little comment than you could possible imagine.)
I asked my son if he thought life was a nightmare.
He said no.
The cashier interrupted, ‘Just wait til’ you have to work for a living, son!’
Dear Mr. Cashier,
My heart breaks for you. Honestly, it does. I want you to know that you don’t HAVE to work at a job you hate. Who signed you up for that way of thinking, anyway?
What are you passionate about? Then I urge you to run towards that dream ASAP whether that pursuit be 40 hrs a week or 40 minutes.
Pursuing THAT dream will inject life into every aspect of what makes you YOU!
Here’s what I know: Without vision the people perish; and people who’ve quit dreaming perish at a much faster rate.
As our random meeting this afternoon came to an end you asked me a poignant question: “Paper or Plastic, sir?” You said that because you’ve been trained to offer a customer options.
My profession compels me to offer options to people who may have never even realized they had a choice.
And so, I ask you now because it is my responsibility: “Your dreams or your bosses dreams, sir?”
You DO have a choice.