No.
Not my job.
Not my problem.
Landed last night after midnight and had to make my way over to the other terminal to get my car.
After waiting outside more than 15 minutes in freezing temperatures for the shuttle bus, I finally started asking other shuttles if I could just hop in with them, circle around the airport, and get dropped off when eventually they hit the other terminal.
The first driver succinctly said ‘No.’
The next one told me other guys get paid to do that and that ‘it’s not my job.’
In sharing with a third that I’d been outside for more than 20 minutes now, it’s 1230 and the airport is empty, his response was, ‘Not my problem.’
Welcome home, John!
Done with waiting, I left the lit area of the parking structure, made my way down a darkened sidewalk, and began pulling my bags for the mile journey.
Just a few minutes into my walk, a Marriott shuttle on the other side of the street going a different direction, honked, rolled down the window, and yelled, ‘Baby, I don’t know where you think you’re going, but it’s too cold for you to go there walking.’
My new friend, Asia, invited me to get into her shuttle to warm-up and offered to take me where I needed to go.
While cruising, we talked about the snow in the forecast, the work she does, where she lives, the kids she’s raising, and the schools they attend.
I told her how nice she was, that she made my night, and that I’d be celebrating her goodness on our social channels.
My friends, on this Wednesday morning, in a world, full of nos, not my jobs, and not my problems, strive instead to be an Asia.
See the needs in front of you not as a distraction from your day, but as possibly the very reason for it.
That shift in perspective might change your life. It will certainly benefit the lives of those encounter.
Thank you Asia for the reminder. J.
