ORDINARY DEEDS

Do you think of yourself as ordinary?  Are you "just a run-of-the mill kinda person?" If so, then I applaud you and thank you for making an extraordinary difference.

Yesterday, I ventured outside to get a massage.  I know, pretty cool, huh?  Would you believe me if I told you it was necessary?  It was, honest.  It was therapeutic.  Here's my excuse:  myotonic dystrophy hates the cold.  Once my muscles contract, they do not relax; they tense up into tight, little knots.  Heat helps, sometimes.  This time, the heat was not doing the trick.  I had been in such pain for the last week that I was forced to go get a massage.

Anyway, once I arrived at the spa, I encountered ordinary people doing ordinary jobs.  Here are the applause-producing events:  one woman helped me get set up in the locker room (even putting my belongings in the locker for me), my masseuse gave me a little extra time because my muscles were in such knots, another woman helped me into the steam room for a little extra heat therapy, and a fourth woman found a stool and made the shower handicap-friendly.  All initiated these actions with smiles, kindness, and on their own.  Because of these ordinary people, I was "accommodated" without feeling as if I were being accommodated.  An ordinary massage became an extraordinary day.

Ordinary people doing ordinary things make an extraordinary difference.