It’s our UPS guy.
For the 4 years that we have lived here, and he has been delivering packages to us, he has been running.
I assume he was running long before he became our UPS guy, as he was already very practiced at his art when we first met him.
He parks at the street and runs across our big lawn. He parks at the top of our neighbor’s driveway and runs the quarter mile down and quarter mile back up the hill.
He is like the wind. If I don’t happen to be outside, I won’t see him; just find a package neatly placed by the door. I have never been able to catch him at Christmas to give him his Christmas cookies.
If by chance I am outside when he arrives, he hands me my package and I say, “Thank you.” He says “My pleasure” and runs back to the truck. I can tell it is his pleasure, but I never get to ask, “Why are you running.”
Therefore, I have to conjecture that he runs because he loves it.
Instead of thinking that he has a job that keeps him from running, he has built it into his job, and has obviously suspended judgment about what other people may think about it.
Interesting approach isn’t it.
Instead of coming up with reasons and excuses why he can’t do what he loves to do, he has designed it into his life, and the result appears to be a well-enjoyed day, both for him and those that have him in their life.


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