I was reading Anne Lamott earlier today and wondered, how does that woman write such honest, funny, deep thoughts on a facebook post. So she inspired me to write this late night post called How Spires Got Me Through The Holiday Blues. Over the last month or so Ive been in a funk. Up and down then down again for no apparent reason except the usual culprits - Im fat, my hair is not cool, I wish I could afford a Ford Flex (very deep stuff). But then I went to Spires and it changed everything. Yeap, Spires as in pie, coffee and mauve color 80s style walls. As I sat there waiting for my three fluffy pancakes, I saw an older couple walk in. She was pushing a walker, he was slowly walking behind her, everyone knew them. From what I gathered, they had recently moved to Phoenix, my guess is to downsize, and now they were back in California, visiting family, talking it up with the locals about the weather, the cold nights and the high desert. They made it sound good. But in their voice, I could sense a deep sense of loss, that feeling you get when someone’s saying all the right things but you know they’re hurting inside. Then my pancakes arrived and Maria the server said a few things and then started to clean the table next to me. I heard her say to the other server “No aguanto mis manos, mañana voy al doctor” (I can’t stand the pain in my hands, tomorrow I’m going to the doctor”). I grew up with a grandmother who had arthritis in her hands so I know the routine, very painful stuff. I finished my pancakes and two cups of coffee and got up to pay and noticed the girl at the front desk was very pregnant. I said something deep like “you’re pregnant, congratulations” and she smiled and said thank you. I thought of the long hours she spends daily on her feet, making $10/hour. Who knows if there’s a man in the picture or what she goes home to every day but thats her life. That pretty much took care of my funk. What in the heck am I down about? Here’s real life, real people, dealing with real stuff and I’m worried about a car? It was like God was saying “dude, get it together, these people need you, they need you to stop thinking about how you wish you had George Clooney hair and start acting like the man you are called to be. A man filled with joy, peace and words of hope for everyone you meet. So I got in my car, drove home and recorded three videos that are helping people deal with their own stuff. And that’s how I got out of my holiday funk. I wanted to tell you that in case you need to visit your local Spires, order their #1 breakfast combo and get out of your own holiday blues #GO! #GOZO!
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 06:54:07 +0000
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