I had a teeth cleaning this morning, and though there was some pain, I thanked the hygenist after she was done. I'm sure they don't get a lot of appreciation or gratitude, but it's not a fun job and they are very careful and kind. Nobody wants to go to the dentist. Yet the more I hear from friends, the more I know they keep me from false teeth and other horrors. I also do it for my heart, as plaque is bad for the body anywhere it accumulates. Yes, absolutely, I dread going, but I know it's the right thing to do.
There are lots of these ordinary, mostly invisible people helping us. They are dedicated and compassionate, and their work is essential. I try to say hi to the garbage collectors, the postman, the bank teller, the checkout clerk. They deserve some respect, not to be the scapegoat for someone's anger misdirected. I wave to the flagman. After all, is it his fault the road needs repairing and we must slow down and lose a couple of minutes? I wave at drivers who let me in and are courteous. I nod at drivers to don't attempt to run me over when I'm in the crosswalk.
It's a practice. It's gratitude.
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