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.