
Day 105: Real Time
Day 1: 21 Day Complaint Free Journey
It’s time to change tactics. In the spirit of doing business in the Sunshine, just like government here in Florida, I hereby set this goal:
I will achieve my 21 days by September 30th.
Yes, I do mean 2010. (Regular readers understand that it
IS necessary that I make that clear.)
I have returned again, tail between my legs, to Day 1. And my reason for doing so causes me to literally hang my head in shame.
But, transparency is a necessary thing in order to make this daily recounting of my journey a valid exercise. If not, I could just mark the days off my calendar and be done with it, couldn’t I? And my hope in documenting my painful journey is that you will learn from my many missteps and difficulties in achieving a goal that has meaning for not only each of us personally, but also for our families, friends, and coworkers. And ultimately a society that I believe is steeped in negativity.
I attended an event yesterday for a dear friend of my family. Their son was badly injured in a motorcycle accident in May, right around the same time my dad passed away. Their family spent weeks standing vigil by his bedside, wondering if he would live much less walk or talk again. Today he is at home, going to rehab every day, but unable to work until back on his feet….literally. Bills still need to be paid, though, and even with insurance, rehab is expensive.
This family is always the first to organize events to help others. The dad sings and the mom gets others to bring food, a local VFW or other organization donates space for a party, and everyone contributes to whoever needs it at the time. And we all have fun in the process.
And now it was their turn. There wasn’t an empty seat in the building, and people kept filing in. Local singers donated their time, and the money started pouring into the building. We were all honored to do it for them this time. My mother and I attended, my dad truly with us in spirit among all these people who knew and loved him.
And I am ashamed to say that in the midst of this inspiring setting I made a….well, less than complimentary comment about one of the singers. And one of our friends at the table, one who reads this column every day, caught me in the act. Nailed me to the table before the words had barely left my lips.
Have you finished “tsk, tsking” yet? I haven’t. I am truly ashamed of myself, and I apologize to that singer, even though he will never know it happened.
So, this morning in the darkness before dawn I decided to do what Will Bowen did. I am publicly setting the date of Sept. 30 as my “Day 21.”
Maybe that will work. And I know my friends will keep me honest.
Day 1.