No matter how many times I have my blood drawn, I never quite get over that tiny bit of nervousness about having my skin (and vein) punctured.
My phlebotomist, Jerry is the best. I call him mine because he draws my blood every time I go. He's taught me a lot about the methods of drawing blood, the right ways and wrong ways, why people bruise (don't ask me--I don't remember) and how to avoid it (that's all I care about-and he does it right! I never bruise.).
I told him this today--that I never quite get used to having my blood drawn, and he told me it was all psychological. We tell ourselves it's going to hurt, or remember past negative and painful experiences. It's all in our heads.
He's right, of course.
We talked about how we worry about things needlessly. I shared with him that I'd heard somewhere that something like 80 percent of what we worry about actually never comes true.
Suddenly, the other phlebotomist appeared in the doorway. She just stood there with an expressionless face and said in an equally expressionless tone, "Really?"
I wasn't sure if she was responding to me, or something that was between her and Jerry because she didn't really look at anyone. Then as quickly as she appeared, she disappeared.
That was odd.
I said to the empty doorway, "Yes, really."
Then to Jerry, "I'm not sure if she was talking to me, but it sure seemed appropriate. And hey, if I could encourage her today, then I'm off to a great start to the day."
After we were finished, Jerry handed me a slip of paper with instructions to do an online survey. I never take the time to do these things, but he said, "If you have time, it would be great if you could take a short survey."
"Absolutely, Jerry!" I said. "You're the best!"
He stopped momentarily and looked at me as if no one had ever said that. Maybe no one had. People don't typically stop to thank the person who stuck a needle in their arm.
It wasn't even 7:30 in the morning, and I'd already encouraged two people. I found tremendous joy in that!
It doesn't take much to encourage someone. A kind word. A compliment instead of a complaint. And like my statement, sometimes you have no idea how what you say will affect someone who is listening.
Positivity is contagious. So is negativity. Which would you prefer to spread today?
Why not find someone to compliment today-the grocery store cashier, the receptionist at the doctor's office, the babysitter, the person on the other end of the phone who solves your problem? Tell someone what a good job they're doing.
Spread positivity. Spread encouragement. Spread joy!
Blessings Along the Path,
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Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Spreading Joy and Encouragement
I'm a person of creativity. I've always loved to entertain people, and especially, to make them laugh. I don't mind being the guinea pig, the one who is singled out to break the ice. I write what you think but don't want to admit. I'm a word nerd and a grammar geek. I love musical theatre, hiking, and worshipping my Lord, my King-the King of Glory. It's my desire to bring hope and healing to hurting individuals-or perhaps just to provoke thought, to give an encouraging word to get you through the day-through everyday situations and insights into God's Word.