Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good
mood and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask
him how he was doing, he would reply, “If I were any better, I would be
twins!”
He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who
had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the
waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural
motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling
the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing
this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and
asked him, “I don’t get it! You can’t be a positive person all of the
time. How do you do it?” Jerry replied, “Each morning I wake up and say
to myself, Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a
good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.’ I choose to be in a
good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim
or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time
someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their
complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the
positive side of life.”
“Yeah, right, it’s not that easy,” I protested.
“Yes
it is,” Jerry said. “Life is all about choices. When you cut away all
the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to
situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to
be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It’s your choice how you
live life.”
I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I
left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch,
but often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of
reacting to it. Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something
you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back
door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed
robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from
nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot
him.
Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local
trauma center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care,
Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still
in his body. I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I
asked him how he was, he replied, “If I were any better, I’d be twins.
Wanna see my scars?”
I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him
what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. “The first
thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back
door,” Jerry replied. “Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I
had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I
chose to live.”
“Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?” I
asked. Jerry continued, “The paramedics were great. They kept telling
me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency
room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I
got really scared. In their eyes, I read, ‘He’s a dead man.’ I knew I
needed to take action.”
“What did you do?” I asked.
“Well,
there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me,” said Jerry. “She
asked if I was allergic to anything. ‘Yes,’ I replied. The doctors and
nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply… I took a deep breath
and yelled, ‘Bullets!’ Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing
to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.”
Jerry lived
thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing
attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live
fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.
Cheers!
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