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Today is average day. I woke up knowing I had a training class at 9am. There are multiple times a year to go but I picked today.

I woke up, got ready, and hit the road just like any other day. Normally it’s about 35 minute drive to where I needed to but with traffic it’s about 45 minutes to an hour. Plenty of time…

But after I get on the road, it’s a gauntlet of accidents. Left lane blocked, right lane blocked, on and on and on. I can see everyone around me being frustrated in their cars. Vehicles jolting as they hit the brakes, a myriad of travel cups filled with coffee spilling all over the place. I started to see the traffic restrictions and realized it was going to take me well over an hour to make my destination. I started to stress. I hate being late. Then I zoned out or something because some kind of zen came over me.

I got in the slow lane and put my seat back. I decided why rush and still be late when I can just go another day and get more out of it? Then I remembered how hungry I was when I woke up. Next zen moment: I’m taking my lunch break early. A little pleasure of mine is breakfast with coffee in some small diner…

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Here I am. Enjoying this no name diner as I write. I’ll work through my would be lunch but I’ll already be full and much more relaxed. I’ll stay later if I need to so I can get done what I need to. And I’ll get to that class before the year is up – it’s only February !

Don’t mistake this day of detours as irresponsible. Sometimes there is no flexing and you have to stay rigid. But know when you can flex. Don’t be afraid to walk off your normal path. You’ll be ok. You might even be better !

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The other morning I sat down at breakfast and noticed a little old man sitting next to me. I smiled and let the moment pass not thinking too much about it and not expecting much more from it.

A few minutes later, a little old woman join him. Having seen many old people eat breakfast before, I barely gave it a second thought. But, when the woman sat down I couldn’t help but overhear her talking. Then I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

Almost as soon as she sat down she started complaining. This was not the average bitter old woman! I heard her say “That stupid bitch!” Immediately I was shocked. Everyone at my table must have heard it because it got silent. No one knew what to say. I mean how crabby can this old lady possibly be?! They must have said “stupid bitch!” about 5 times in a row. And it turns out she was mad because there was a lady in front of her at the omelette bar holding up the line because she didn’t know what she wanted. Whoa! I was floored! This lady was so old and crabby that the omelette line set her off.

A couple of minutes passed, and the old lady started talking to me. Well, to my friend. Apparently, this lady noticed the college shirt my friend was wearing and had something to say about it. I had no idea where or how this was going to go. I didn’t doubt my friend had just heard the omelette story. And I knew she would not deal with this lady’s attitude…. so here it goes… what will happen next…?

It turns out the old lady used to live in the same state as the college mentioned on my friends’ shirt. She was very fond of the area and that broke the ice to a casual conversation.

As it turned out,  I was celebrating my birthday. The lady and her husband were celebrating his birthday. As the conversation went on, I learned that the lady had survived breast cancer – twice.  She was proudly wearing pink T-shirt and advising all women who would listen to get checked out.

She had served in the Navy and was somewhat of a pin-up girl who became popular when she was caught on camera smoking cigars with some ranking officers.

When she was younger, she used to own a ’58 Chevy. She told us how she used to play chicken on the road and run from the cops. She got so illuminated when she was telling these stories. And she had no time for the guys who thought she couldn’t hold her own.

We reminisced about some college parties she used to go to after the football games.

It turns out she wasn’t bitchy at all – she was feisty! She was quite the character and a great random person to chat with. You never know who will cross your path or what story they have to tell.

Two lessons here:  1) Never underestimate the story of strangers. 2) Live your life as to have a wonderful story to share with others.