Life

what is life exactly?

Who you are speaks louder to me than anything you can say.

At the beginning of my 8:00 a.m. class one Monday at UNLV, I cheerfully asked my students how their weekend had been. One young man said that his weekend had not been very good. He’d had his wisdom teeth extracted. The young man then proceeded to ask me why I always seemed to be so cheerful.

His question reminded me of something I’d read somewhere before: “Every morning when you get up, you have a choice about how you want to approach life that day,” I said to the young man. “I choose to be cheerful.”

“Let me give you an example,” I continued. The other sixty students in the class ceased their chatter and began to listen to our conversation.

“In addition to teaching here at UNLV, I also teach out at the community college in Henderson, about seventeen miles down the freeway from where I live. One day, a few weeks ago, I drove those seventeen miles to Henderson. I exited the freeway and turned onto College Drive. I only had to drive another quarter-mile down the road to the college. But just then my car died. I tried to start it again, but the engine wouldn’t turn over. So I put my flashers on, grabbed my books, and marched down the road to the college.”

“As soon as I got there I called AAA and asked them to send a tow truck. The secretary in the Provost’s office asked me what had happened. This is my lucky day,” I replied, smiling.

“Your car breaks down and today is your lucky day?” She was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“I live seventeen miles from here.” I replied. “My car could have broken down anywhere along the freeway. It didn’t. Instead, it broke down in the perfect place: off the freeway, within walking distance of here. I’m still able to teach my class, and I’ve been able to arrange for the tow truck to meet me after class. If my car was meant to break down today, it couldn’t have been arranged in a more convenient fashion.”

The secretary’s eyes opened wide, and then she smiled. I smiled back and headed for class. So ended my story to the students in my economics class at UNLV.

I scanned the sixty faces in the lecture hall. Despite the early hour, no one seemed to be asleep. Somehow, my story had touched them. Or maybe it wasn’t the story at all. In fact, it had all started with a student’s observation that I was cheerful.

A wise man once said, “Who you are speaks louder to me than anything you can say.” I suppose it must be so.

Copyright © 2004 Lee Ryan Miller
http://www.leeryanmiller.com


Indeed. Previously, I had a story that talked along the line about starting each day with “Today is a good day”. Some of you would have tried it, some probably dismissed it. Many a times, people face problems and become so absorbed they forget that there are other things out there that’s worth their time. To them, their own problem is the world; to another, it’s probably nothing. Let’s face reality; everyone faces different difficulties everytime. You can almost say no two persons go through the same problem with the same circumstances, only similar. Why not the next time you encounter a problem, try this. Stand from another perspective and see if the problem indeed is a problem or was it just your poor judgement that led you to think about it as a problem.

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