I have bees. A whole swarm of them drinking out of my pool. I tried letting them do their thing, but they weren’t too interested in letting me do mine…so I called the bee guy…
Mr. B, we’ll call him, came to save the day. He explained why the bees were coming, and what they were doing. He had a little navigating around the side of the house to do and I noticed that he had a limp. When he came back in the house he told me his story of taking a fall off of a 40foot ladder while getting bees out of very tall tree with no branches to grab hold of. He ended up landing on his feet, quite literally, and in so doing he broke both his ankles. It was supposed to take him nine months months to heal. He told me with pride that he was back to work on the 91st day. He told me that his wife had told him that everything happens for a reason and that this did too. He wasn’t so sure at first, he said, but later he knew she was right. With a BIG smile on his face he told me that he was wheel chair bound after the accident so he taught himself how to play guitar and that now he owned two of them. He charged me half price, shook my hand, and was on his way to rescue the next person from the swarm of bees in their lives…
We don’t always think about how our stories impact others…but maybe we should? The choices we make everyday don’t just affect us. They affect our family, our colleagues, our neighbors, and the people we come into contact with throughout our day. Perhaps that is something we all need to be a little more mindful of.
Mr. B made me smile and lifted my spirits. Everything about him was positive. His attitude. His approach to his work. His interaction with me. Even my teenage son noticed what a nice guy he was! He made my day, he shared his good energy with me so that I could share it with others…and he got rid of my bees!
Thank you Mr. B.
Be happy and well,