I went to the local deli today to grab a sandwich. I was starving and it was almost 2pm and I had yet to eat. I was feeling vulnerable since I was in a tank top with a built in bra and shorts. I normally only wear these around the house. So yes, I was feeling self conscience and struggling with body image.
The line was huge and I was hungry. I was determined to wait since I had a coupon for a free sandwich and it expires tomorrow. I noticed this one sandwich maker was hustling more than the other two. She was a woman in her late 40’s and was making sandwiches at the speed of light while keeping up a light banter with the folks in line. Never missing a beat and she was always smiling. The other two sandwich makers were sullen, cross and much much slower. The banter of the first woman put me in a good mood and I forgot about my outfit. I just was enjoying the effect she had on her customers.
As the line moved up and I got to the glass in front of her I realized she only had one hand. She was cutting bread, making sandwiches, putting them under the broiler and wrapping them faster than the other two who each had two hands. I was blown away. She had the end of her arm wrapped with a plastic glove and rubber bands and at times used it to hold the bread, but for the most part she did everything with her only hand.
This happy woman, working her butt off in the deli got to me. I had walked in worried about stupid shorts and a body that is whole and functions. I walked away thankful for the body that I have. Touched by the joy that woman spread all around her. I wanted to share this story with you. It is amazing how important we can make unimportant things become.
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