My Grandmother had this poem framed and lived by it.
Some days I need to remind myself of this wonderful poem, as it is something I believe we should all read daily. When I start to get impatient with someone offering technical support from 1/2 way around the world or a checker in a very busy store, I need to remember these folks have lives, loves and worries just like I do.
At Days End – Author Unknown
Is anybody happier
because you passed their way?
Does anyone remember
that you spoke to them today?
The day is almost over,
and its toiling time is through,
Is there anyone that will utter
now a kind word of you?
Can you say tonight in parting,
with the day that’s slipping fast,
that you helped a single person
of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing
over what you did or said?
Does the man whose hopes were fading
now with courage look ahead?
Did you win the day or lose it?
Was it well or sorely spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness,
or a scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber,
do you think that God will say,
“you have earned one more tomorrow
by the good you did today?”
Thanks Grandma Ruth I mess you and was luck to have you in my life.