A GOOD WORD CAN MEAN SO MUCH...
I was in New York the other day and rode with a friend in a taxi. When we got out, my friend said to the driver,
“Thank you for the ride. You did a superb job of driving” The taxi driver was stunned for a second, then he said. “Are you a wise guy or something?”
“No, my dear man, and I’m not putting you on. I admire the way you keep your cool in heavy traffic.”
“Yeh,” the driver said and drove off.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“I am trying to bring love back to New York,” he said. “I believe it’s the only thing that can save the city.”
“How can one man save New York?"
“It’s not one man. I believe I have made the taxi driver’s day. Suppose he has twenty fares. He’s going to be nice to those twenty fares because someone was nice to him. Those fares in turn will be kinder to their employees, or shop-keepers, or waiters, or even their own families. Eventually the goodwill could spread to at least 1,000 people. Now that isn’t bad, is it?”
“But you’re depending on that taxi driver to pass your good will to others.”
“I’m not depending on it, “ my friend said, “I’m aware that the system isn’t foolproof, so I might deal with ten different people today. If, out of ten, I can make three happy, then eventually I can indirectly influence the attitudes of 3,000 more.”
“It sounds good on paper,” I admitted, “but I’m not sure it works in practice.”
“Nothing is lost if it doesn’t. It didn’t take any of my time to tell that man that he was doing a good job. He neither received a larger tip nor a smaller tip. If it fell on deaf ears, so what? Tomorrow there will be another taxi driver whom I can try to make happy.”
“You’re some kind of a nut, “ I said.
“That shows how cynical you have become………”
We were walking past a structure in the process of being built and passed five workmen eating their lunch. My friend stopped. “That’s a magnificent job you men have done. It must be difficult and dangerous work.” The five men eyed my friend suspiciously.
“When will it be finished?”
“June,” a man grunted.
“Ah, that really is impressive. You must all be very proud.”
We walked away. I said to him, “I haven’t seen anyone like you since ‘The Man of La Mancha.’”
“When those men digest my words, they will feel better for it. Somehow the city will benefit from their happiness.”
“But you can’t do this alone,” I protested. “You’re just one man.”
“The most important thing is not to get discouraged. Making people in the city become kind again is not an easy job, but if I can enlist other people in my campaign….”
“You just winked at a very plain looking woman,” I said.
“Yes, I know,” he replied, “And if she’s a schoolteacher, her class will be in for a fantastic day.”
Imagine what life would be like if this campaign of goodwill would succeed.
HERE IS ANOTHER EXCHANGE, WHICH IS SUCH A WAKE UP CALL TO ALL OF US; At a funeral service, everyone left the cemetery except for the mourning husband and the rabbi. The husband remained at the grave for a long while; finally the rabbi approached him. “The service is long over, it is time for you to leave,” he said.
The man waved him away. “You don’t understand. I loved my wife.”
“I am sure you did,” the rabbi answered, “but you have been here a very long time. You should go now.”
Again, the husband said, “You don’t understand. I loved my wife.”
Once again, the rabbi urged him to leave.
“But you don’t understand,” the man told him, “I loved my wife-----and once, I almost told her.”
Can you imagine the sense of shame if you have to stand at a grave and bid farewell, and realize then what you didn’t say when you could have, when you should have, when there was still time?
(from the book “Words that hurt, words that heal, by Joseph Telushkin)
We are now in the 3 weeks. Soon it will be Tisha B’Av. We will fast, we will try to repent for the sins that led to the destruction of the Bais Hamikdosh, because of ill will---Because people were not kind to one another.
The classic story of Kamtzu and Bar Kamtzu tells it all.
“No, my dear man, and I’m not putting you on. I admire the way you keep your cool in heavy traffic.”
“Yeh,” the driver said and drove off.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“I am trying to bring love back to New York,” he said. “I believe it’s the only thing that can save the city.”
“How can one man save New York?"
“It’s not one man. I believe I have made the taxi driver’s day. Suppose he has twenty fares. He’s going to be nice to those twenty fares because someone was nice to him. Those fares in turn will be kinder to their employees, or shop-keepers, or waiters, or even their own families. Eventually the goodwill could spread to at least 1,000 people. Now that isn’t bad, is it?”
“But you’re depending on that taxi driver to pass your good will to others.”
“I’m not depending on it, “ my friend said, “I’m aware that the system isn’t foolproof, so I might deal with ten different people today. If, out of ten, I can make three happy, then eventually I can indirectly influence the attitudes of 3,000 more.”
“It sounds good on paper,” I admitted, “but I’m not sure it works in practice.”
“Nothing is lost if it doesn’t. It didn’t take any of my time to tell that man that he was doing a good job. He neither received a larger tip nor a smaller tip. If it fell on deaf ears, so what? Tomorrow there will be another taxi driver whom I can try to make happy.”
“You’re some kind of a nut, “ I said.
“That shows how cynical you have become………”
We were walking past a structure in the process of being built and passed five workmen eating their lunch. My friend stopped. “That’s a magnificent job you men have done. It must be difficult and dangerous work.” The five men eyed my friend suspiciously.
“When will it be finished?”
“June,” a man grunted.
“Ah, that really is impressive. You must all be very proud.”
We walked away. I said to him, “I haven’t seen anyone like you since ‘The Man of La Mancha.’”
“When those men digest my words, they will feel better for it. Somehow the city will benefit from their happiness.”
“But you can’t do this alone,” I protested. “You’re just one man.”
“The most important thing is not to get discouraged. Making people in the city become kind again is not an easy job, but if I can enlist other people in my campaign….”
“You just winked at a very plain looking woman,” I said.
“Yes, I know,” he replied, “And if she’s a schoolteacher, her class will be in for a fantastic day.”
Imagine what life would be like if this campaign of goodwill would succeed.
HERE IS ANOTHER EXCHANGE, WHICH IS SUCH A WAKE UP CALL TO ALL OF US; At a funeral service, everyone left the cemetery except for the mourning husband and the rabbi. The husband remained at the grave for a long while; finally the rabbi approached him. “The service is long over, it is time for you to leave,” he said.
The man waved him away. “You don’t understand. I loved my wife.”
“I am sure you did,” the rabbi answered, “but you have been here a very long time. You should go now.”
Again, the husband said, “You don’t understand. I loved my wife.”
Once again, the rabbi urged him to leave.
“But you don’t understand,” the man told him, “I loved my wife-----and once, I almost told her.”
Can you imagine the sense of shame if you have to stand at a grave and bid farewell, and realize then what you didn’t say when you could have, when you should have, when there was still time?
(from the book “Words that hurt, words that heal, by Joseph Telushkin)
We are now in the 3 weeks. Soon it will be Tisha B’Av. We will fast, we will try to repent for the sins that led to the destruction of the Bais Hamikdosh, because of ill will---Because people were not kind to one another.
The classic story of Kamtzu and Bar Kamtzu tells it all.
Can we, perhaps, start the repair with one sentence at a time? Say thank you to the toll booth attendant. Compliment your neighbor on his tidy lawn. Remark to the salesclerk that she looks like she lost some weight and how nice she looks. Tell the teller in the bank how efficient she is, and that it is a pleasure to do business with her.
Can we do it??
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