Slow Down

Rush, rush, rush. We all do it. Daily. I learned a good lesson about the value of rushing on Sunday.

I was in a hurry all day. While rushing at work I cut a good chunk out of my finger. This physically forced me to slow down. Think someone was trying to tell me something? Probably, but I didn't listen.

Instead I enlisted help so I could continue to rush. Then, on my delivery route, in a rush to get done, I missed my exit causing me to be delayed for nearly an hour. I was extremely unhappy about this, to say the least. I blamed everything else for my delay (excluding myself, of course).

Then, on my last stop, I received a very wonderful surprise. The kind of surprise that makes you stop and go, "Okay, Lord, I get it. Sorry. And thank you."

My last client had prepared a special meal that he wanted me to try. His grandmother's recipe (she is Sicilian and doesn't speak English) for clam sauce over fresh pasta. He had also made a broiled lobster tail to serve along with it. I was amazed! In my haste to get done with everything, I missed the enjoyment of the journey.

Together, we shared a meal fit for a king. Thanks for the food and fellowship, David. More importantly, thanks for taking the time to spread your love through your food.

That's what it's all about.