There is a guy named Jackson who collects carts in the parking lot of my local grocery store. He’s out there in the freezing cold and dark getting the job done.
From what I can tell (and our very brief conversations) he has a fairly severe down syndrome or mental deficiency which makes it difficult for him to know what to say. He’ll talk slowly and labor thinking of the proper words to use, but he figures it out.
He’s a bit of an inspiring character. There he is working away and doing everything he can to get the job done. He’s friendly, kind, and comes to your car to get the cart as soon as you’re finished loading your groceries.
He got me thinking on my drive home the other day about how much I have and how I take it for granted. I’ve been given so much and I waste so much. I could do so much more if I did the best with what I’ve got.
If Jackson can get out there and put in hours of work, I should be able to do so as well.
Results don’t matter, doing the best with what you’ve got is supreme.