Loving Invisible People
Adele works as a security guard at a development I've been frequenting as a vendor. She spends her days in a fancy guard shack (complete with A/C). She's the keeper of the gate, and she takes her job seriously. If you've got a commercial truck and would like to enter the development, Adele will stop you, instruct you where the commercial vehicles are to enter, and you can back it up, Bub. And if you have no business going in there, or the homeowner hasn't notified her of your intentions, you're not going in, no sir. The residents, around eighty families, all treat Adele differently, from polite to treat her like a peasant to ignore. Some consider her the enemy. I first met Adele nine years ago, as she informed me that my truck drivers could not use the main entrance, but would have to back their trucks up and get themselves to the commercial entrance. I admit, I perceived her as my nemesis. Whether she's softened over the years or I have, I'm not sure. But now I try to make her day a bit brighter. Plenty of other people probably make it darker. I've noticed that if I treat her nicely, she reciprocates. Maybe it's both of us, but I don't perceive her as the enemy anymore and respect her passion for her job. What about you? What invisible people come and go in your life? Do you notice them, ignore them, or treat them like slaves? Tomorrow I'll see Adele again. I think I'll tell her how I respect her and appreciate her good service.