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February 07, 2026

Good morning, Digital Neighbor! Here is a story I came across in a book many years ago that I first shared over on Padre’s in 2021. One of the few things you can control in life is your attitude. How you think and feel is your sole responsibility—no matter how many jerks inhabit your family tree or workspace. Others can certainly put a strain on our attitude and can wear us out, but ultimately, we are responsible for how people or things get to us. It is an easy thing to forget once we surrender ourselves to feelings of self-pity or inflated self-importance. No one is perfect, but one will never arrive at any degree of self-possession if they don’t strive for it. Perspective and attitude are such game-changers for our day-to-day living and for rubbing elbows with our neighbors. Have a wonderful Saturday!

HAVE A NICE DAY

I never knew his name. In my mind he was the “Parking Lot Man.” Each day I drove to school and saw the older man in his early fifties who sat in the booth in the pay lot where I parked. He worked there eight hours a day, doing what, to me, seemed like a boring job—collecting money and raising and lowering the exit bar. Yet he appeared to enjoy his work. He always gave me a big smile when I drove up to pay my fee and sent me off with, “Have a nice day.” What he didn’t know was that at that particular time in my life, I needed someone to remind me to have a nice day.

I was taking dance classes that year, hoping to improve my technique. As a woman coming to dance later in life, I found the classes much harder than I realized. Most of my classmates were at least ten years younger, and some had been training since they were three years old. I struggled with health and emotional issues, as well as ongoing back problems. Every day I’d leave the studio feeling exhausted, discouraged, and mediocre. Why did I keep taking classes?

My spirits were always lifted by the Parking Lot Man. Sometimes when there were open spaces on the streets, I’d park in his lot anyway because I looked forward to his smile and greeting.

One morning I came to school early and saw the Parking Lot Man pushing himself around the lot in a wheelchair. I had noticed the chair before, but because he sat in the booth, I had never seen him below the waist. I drove by and he waved, smiling, and then went back to cheerfully picking up bits of trash. He moved swiftly around the edges of the lot, turning his chair expertly across the lined asphalt. I marveled at the pride he took in his work, even down to the smallest details.

When I got out of my car, what I saw almost made me drop my dance shoes. He had no legs! That day I went to class on my own two legs with my bundle of limitations and enjoyed what I knew I was supposed to do.
— Carol Oyanagi

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The Proud Minister

One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, “In the name of the Beloved I demand your help.”

So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat.  When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, “I was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry.  One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury.  I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved.  Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.”

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