A Subway Train Lesson

It’s amazing how you can learn or be reminded of something in the most unexpected places.  I was waiting for the #2 train at the 72nd Street subway on Tuesday (12/12/06) when I got into a conversation with a woman because I had picked up some food that I had dropped and threw it in the garbage.
“Was that your trash?” she asked in astonishment.
“Yes.” I responded.
“Wow!  You’re like the only perosn left in the world who would pick that up.  It was so small you could have kicked it down onto the tracks.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t want to add to the trash that’s already down there.”
She looked at me with a hint of disbelief.
“You’re not from New York are you?”
“No. But I’ve been in New York since I was 5 years old.”
“Oh…” She replied.
“Are you a native from here?”  I asked.
“Yes.”
“Where are you from?”
“I’m… I live in the Bronx.”  She seemed a little uncomfortable.
“I live in the Bronx too… Why did you hesitate?”
“Because people tend to think because someone is from a certain place that they automatically act a certain way – and that’s not always the case.”
“Yeah.  You’re right about that.”
“Just look at the Williams Sisters who play tennis.  They’re from a rough part of California but look at them now.”
“Yeah.  It pays to work hard, pray and do the right thing.”
“Oh yes.  You’ve got to pray.” She replied.
“It doesn’t matter where you come from, who your parents are or how much money you have… you don’t have to let these things limit who you are becoming.”
She smiled and agreed and here, at this moment, we had shared in a lesson… being reminded that the small things matter – small changes and disciplines make a major difference and our end can be better than our beginning.

Let me know what you think.

Allen Paul Weaver III

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