Locked Keys and Empathy

So, I locked my keys in the car. They are, still, leering at me from the middle console as I wait for the USAA rescue crew.

Being stuck at Chipotle is a minor disruptive life event.

I needed help. Because I was stranded with 3 of my 4 children and another needed to be picked up from camp.

So I called my sister (SallyGrace Mindrebo (She/her) who came and took the 3 hot-and-bored children.

And I called a friend, who said it would be no problem to grab Ada from camp.

Neither one of them made me feel dumb, “How could you have done that?”

Or like I was an inconvenience,
“I GUESS I can help, but I’m really slammed today.”

Nope, they heard my need and they showed up to give care when it mattered.

Empathy at work. Empathy in life. I’m grateful and inspired by my people today as I get refills on my drink and wait.