I have this neighbor
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That's awesome, Sirk! Well done!
Yep, it can work, though I don't think it always does, unfortunately. But it's always a good bet to try
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Here's my story:
I worked for an airline, mostly in customer service (ticketing, gate agent, making announcements, boarding and deplaning, driving jetways, working in the lost luggage office - I became a bit of a detective there, ha, etc.), but did spend about 9 months of my airline career out on the ramp loading aircraft.
Several months into working on the ramp, I sustained a rotator cuff injury during a singles campout (playing capture the flag) and was off work for about 6 weeks while I recovered. When I came back, I wasn't 100%, but there was no light duty available. Most of the guys and girls on the ramp were great, helping me out and making sure I had light flights to work (we were able to pull up passenger loads and estimated lbs. of baggage).
Then one week I got to work with 'Mike'. Mike was a former Marine and at the time a National Guard Reservist. He was about 6'3" and around 250 lbs., all muscle. He wasn't known to be the nicest guy; he had been seen keying a supervisor's car that he thought had treated him unfairly, drank a lot, got in fights a lot, and it was rumored that he dealt drugs. So one day I got teamed with Mike. He came to me and had already picked all the flights he was going to work for our shift - every one of the flights he picked was a light flight and he left me with all the heavy flights. I worked my shift and got through, but was pretty sore by the end of the night (2nd shift). Others helped where they could, but they had their own teams/flights to work.
Lucky me, I got paired with Mike again one day the next week. I got out my FIDS (flight information display sheet) and looked up all the loads and picked the flights I'd be working for that shift. Mike was a little late that day.
When Mike got there, I handed him my FIDS and let him know what flights I had picked to work. I picked ALL the heavy flights in our zone and left all the light flights for him to work.
Wouldn't you know it . . . Mike was at EVERY SINGLE flight - even when he didn't have to show - and worked with me. Not only that, but from that day on he also would just show up out of the blue and help me load/unload carts when he saw me around the ramp, even if we weren't on the same team! And it wasn't in a creepy way, but in an unspoken way of, "I know I wronged you, and you were cool about it, so I'm watching out for you from now on" kind of way. He had my back for my rest of my time out on the ramp.
My flesh wanted to get him back, and I did think about it, but the Holy Spirit (and I think a bit of my Grandfather's voice in my ear) thought that NOT getting him back would be soooo much better. And it was!
Wonder how the world would be different if we all were a bit more creative when we're wronged . . .
-JGIG
Yep, it can work, though I don't think it always does, unfortunately. But it's always a good bet to try
.Here's my story:
I worked for an airline, mostly in customer service (ticketing, gate agent, making announcements, boarding and deplaning, driving jetways, working in the lost luggage office - I became a bit of a detective there, ha, etc.), but did spend about 9 months of my airline career out on the ramp loading aircraft.
Several months into working on the ramp, I sustained a rotator cuff injury during a singles campout (playing capture the flag) and was off work for about 6 weeks while I recovered. When I came back, I wasn't 100%, but there was no light duty available. Most of the guys and girls on the ramp were great, helping me out and making sure I had light flights to work (we were able to pull up passenger loads and estimated lbs. of baggage).
Then one week I got to work with 'Mike'. Mike was a former Marine and at the time a National Guard Reservist. He was about 6'3" and around 250 lbs., all muscle. He wasn't known to be the nicest guy; he had been seen keying a supervisor's car that he thought had treated him unfairly, drank a lot, got in fights a lot, and it was rumored that he dealt drugs. So one day I got teamed with Mike. He came to me and had already picked all the flights he was going to work for our shift - every one of the flights he picked was a light flight and he left me with all the heavy flights. I worked my shift and got through, but was pretty sore by the end of the night (2nd shift). Others helped where they could, but they had their own teams/flights to work.
Lucky me, I got paired with Mike again one day the next week. I got out my FIDS (flight information display sheet) and looked up all the loads and picked the flights I'd be working for that shift. Mike was a little late that day
.When Mike got there, I handed him my FIDS and let him know what flights I had picked to work. I picked ALL the heavy flights in our zone and left all the light flights for him to work.
Wouldn't you know it . . . Mike was at EVERY SINGLE flight - even when he didn't have to show - and worked with me. Not only that, but from that day on he also would just show up out of the blue and help me load/unload carts when he saw me around the ramp, even if we weren't on the same team! And it wasn't in a creepy way, but in an unspoken way of, "I know I wronged you, and you were cool about it, so I'm watching out for you from now on" kind of way. He had my back for my rest of my time out on the ramp.
My flesh wanted to get him back, and I did think about it, but the Holy Spirit (and I think a bit of my Grandfather's voice in my ear) thought that NOT getting him back would be soooo much better. And it was!
Wonder how the world would be different if we all were a bit more creative when we're wronged . . .
-JGIG
That's awesome, Sirk! Well done!
Yep, it can work, though I don't think it always does, unfortunately. But it's always a good bet to try.
Here's my story:
I worked for an airline, mostly in customer service (ticketing, gate agent, making announcements, boarding and deplaning, driving jetways, working in the lost luggage office - I became a bit of a detective there, ha, etc.), but did spend about 9 months of my airline career out on the ramp loading aircraft.
Several months into working on the ramp, I sustained a rotator cuff injury during a singles campout (playing capture the flag) and was off work for about 6 weeks while I recovered. When I came back, I wasn't 100%, but there was no light duty available. Most of the guys and girls on the ramp were great, helping me out and making sure I had light flights to work (we were able to pull up passenger loads and estimated lbs. of baggage).
Then one week I got to work with 'Mike'. Mike was a former Marine and at the time a National Guard Reservist. He was about 6'3" and around 250 lbs., all muscle. He wasn't known to be the nicest guy; he had been seen keying a supervisor's car that he thought had treated him unfairly, drank a lot, got in fights a lot, and it was rumored that he dealt drugs. So one day I got teamed with Mike. He came to me and had already picked all the flights he was going to work for our shift - every one of the flights he picked was a light flight and he left me with all the heavy flights. I worked my shift and got through, but was pretty sore by the end of the night (2nd shift). Others helped where they could, but they had their own teams/flights to work.
Lucky me, I got paired with Mike again one day the next week. I got out my FIDS (flight information display sheet) and looked up all the loads and picked the flights I'd be working for that shift. Mike was a little late that day.
When Mike got there, I handed him my FIDS and let him know what flights I had picked to work. I picked ALL the heavy flights in our zone and left all the light flights for him to work.
Wouldn't you know it . . . Mike was at EVERY SINGLE flight - even when he didn't have to show - and worked with me. Not only that, but from that day on he also would just show up out of the blue and help me load/unload carts when he saw me around the ramp, even if we weren't on the same team! And it wasn't in a creepy way, but in an unspoken way of, "I know I wronged you, and you were cool about it, so I'm watching out for you from now on" kind of way. He had my back for my rest of my time out on the ramp.
My flesh wanted to get him back, and I did think about it, but the Holy Spirit (and I think a bit of my Grandfather's voice in my ear) thought that NOT getting him back would be soooo much better. And it was!
Wonder how the world would be different if we all were a bit more creative when we're wronged . . .
-JGIG
Yep, it can work, though I don't think it always does, unfortunately. But it's always a good bet to try
.Here's my story:
I worked for an airline, mostly in customer service (ticketing, gate agent, making announcements, boarding and deplaning, driving jetways, working in the lost luggage office - I became a bit of a detective there, ha, etc.), but did spend about 9 months of my airline career out on the ramp loading aircraft.
Several months into working on the ramp, I sustained a rotator cuff injury during a singles campout (playing capture the flag) and was off work for about 6 weeks while I recovered. When I came back, I wasn't 100%, but there was no light duty available. Most of the guys and girls on the ramp were great, helping me out and making sure I had light flights to work (we were able to pull up passenger loads and estimated lbs. of baggage).
Then one week I got to work with 'Mike'. Mike was a former Marine and at the time a National Guard Reservist. He was about 6'3" and around 250 lbs., all muscle. He wasn't known to be the nicest guy; he had been seen keying a supervisor's car that he thought had treated him unfairly, drank a lot, got in fights a lot, and it was rumored that he dealt drugs. So one day I got teamed with Mike. He came to me and had already picked all the flights he was going to work for our shift - every one of the flights he picked was a light flight and he left me with all the heavy flights. I worked my shift and got through, but was pretty sore by the end of the night (2nd shift). Others helped where they could, but they had their own teams/flights to work.
Lucky me, I got paired with Mike again one day the next week. I got out my FIDS (flight information display sheet) and looked up all the loads and picked the flights I'd be working for that shift. Mike was a little late that day
.When Mike got there, I handed him my FIDS and let him know what flights I had picked to work. I picked ALL the heavy flights in our zone and left all the light flights for him to work.
Wouldn't you know it . . . Mike was at EVERY SINGLE flight - even when he didn't have to show - and worked with me. Not only that, but from that day on he also would just show up out of the blue and help me load/unload carts when he saw me around the ramp, even if we weren't on the same team! And it wasn't in a creepy way, but in an unspoken way of, "I know I wronged you, and you were cool about it, so I'm watching out for you from now on" kind of way. He had my back for my rest of my time out on the ramp.
My flesh wanted to get him back, and I did think about it, but the Holy Spirit (and I think a bit of my Grandfather's voice in my ear) thought that NOT getting him back would be soooo much better. And it was!
Wonder how the world would be different if we all were a bit more creative when we're wronged . . .
-JGIG
thanks so much for sharing this beautiful witness...
I say hello to my neighbors hear and there but that's about it. My wife encouraged me once to go next door and talk with our neighbor who just got a new roof put on his roof (insurance covered it) at the same time I did as well. I talked with him in a celebrating tone, yet he just complained that his insurance rates have now sky rocketed. Then he mentioned that he saw a Nebraska Furniture Mart truck in front of my house the other day and asked me if we bought new furniture. I told him that we bought new kitchen appliances. Then he practically started yelling and said, "I wish that I worked for the Post Office then I could afford new kitchen appliances!" Then I thought to myself, "this is why I don't engage in conversations with the neighbors." I told him and his wife to have a nice weekend then I went back home. I still say hi to him when I see him outside BUT THAT'S IT.
I told him and his wife to have a nice weekend then I went back home. I still say hi to him when I see him outside BUT THAT'S IT.
I say hello to my neighbors hear and there but that's about it. My wife encouraged me once to go next door and talk with our neighbor who just got a new roof put on his roof (insurance covered it) at the same time I did as well. I talked with him in a celebrating tone, yet he just complained that his insurance rates have now sky rocketed. Then he mentioned that he saw a Nebraska Furniture Mart truck in front of my house the other day and asked me if we bought new furniture. I told him that we bought new kitchen appliances. Then he practically started yelling and said, "I wish that I worked for the Post Office then I could afford new kitchen appliances!" Then I thought to myself, "this is why I don't engage in conversations with the neighbors." I told him and his wife to have a nice weekend then I went back home. I still say hi to him when I see him outside BUT THAT'S IT.
I told him and his wife to have a nice weekend then I went back home. I still say hi to him when I see him outside BUT THAT'S IT.
That's because you post office people are too good for everyone.
My neighbor did make decent money himself, but is bitter because he was laid off from his job and had to take early retirement and poor spending choices has put him into considerable debt, according to his wife. She also had mentioned to my wife that they desperately need new kitchen appliances but can't afford it. It's called 39 months same as cash 0% interest, unless your credit is shot.
Postal workers get treated like we had our job handed to us and we make a truck load of money for doing nothing. My neighbor did make decent money himself, but is bitter because he was laid off from his job and had to take early retirement and poor spending choices has put him into considerable debt, according to his wife. She also had mentioned to my wife that they desperately need new kitchen appliances but can't afford it. It's called 39 months same as cash 0% interest, unless your credit is shot.
My neighbor did make decent money himself, but is bitter because he was laid off from his job and had to take early retirement and poor spending choices has put him into considerable debt, according to his wife. She also had mentioned to my wife that they desperately need new kitchen appliances but can't afford it. It's called 39 months same as cash 0% interest, unless your credit is shot.
People can be so negative. As for me I have to stay positive or depression starts creeping in on me.
I know you were not bashing me. Stay positive my friend.
Stay positive my friend.
I like to do stuff right the first time when it comes to construction.....seeins how I am a professional in the construction industry.