Sunday, April 09, 2006

 

Oh To Be 4 Years Old Again

Ah! Springtime in the hardware/home improvement business. This is the "season" that hardware stores do about 60% of their business. this makes for some long days for all involved. Yesterday was no exception for me. I drive a delivery truck for a small chain of True Value hardware stores. This is a very busy time of year for me until about the end of June. I was racing from thing to thing trying to get everything done. Stores needing things, deliveries that were forgotten to be scheduled for Friday trying to be done on Saturday deliveries being added when there was no chance to them being done. All in all a day meant for frustration and short tempers. I have a pretty high boiling point on my temper(through a lot of effort) but I do have my limits . I worked 11 and 1/2 hours without a break(I know You are all playing the world's smallest violin for me). While I was fighting the frustration and my temper I remembered what had happened on the very first delivery of the day. I went to a home to delive a pallet of builders that are used to make a raised edge around gardens and such. I delivered them with our biggest truck, the one that has a small forklift attached to it that can be taken off the truck and used to move material to a job site. It was about 7:15am and I was on a quiet street. I was concerned about noise and all kind of other details that come along with this truck. So as I start to move this pallet of builders to the customers driveway I notice that the owner is standing on the driveway directing me where he wants it put. I also catch sight of his son who is about 4 years old standing there in his coat and pajamas. He was just staring at me, he was in awe of the forklift and the noise of its motor and the big tires and all the commotion going on in his very own driveway. I thought to myself later how neat that must be for a little guy. He doesn't exactly know what's going on and probably was a little scared but there was a lot of noise and movement and it was a machine and he was probably pretty sure this was exciting. I thought latter that I wish I could view things like this little guy more often in life. Instead of taking everything so seriously all the time or worrying about things. I wish I could stand in awe of simple things without trying to analyze them or control them. I wish I could be more like a child.

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