Our ice breaker broke. Just flat out, stop making ice. So luckily, we can call and someone from the maintenance staff will come fix it. As soon as my head hit the pillow for my afternoon nap on Wednesday, I heard a knock at the door. I then remember that we had scheduled someone to come fix the ice maker. I led him into the kitchen and explained the situation and he began tinkering away. Then he got to talking (as he was waiting to see if the machine would make ice) and told me a little bit about himself.
He is from Haiti and owned his own convenience store there. He opened the doors in December 2009. Only to have the building tumble to the ground in January 2010 from the earthquake. From a man who currently wakes up at 3 AM to be at work by 3:30 and then works until 7 PM, with one uniform on top of another, he had quite remarkable perspective. He told me that his friend was working that night and had the building come down around him then said,
"I can rebuild the building but I could never restore a life, I know God blesses us and I am grateful that my friend is ok."
Who would have thought that the ice maker magician would open up and tell me his life story? Who would have thought that I would by chance come in contact with someone that survived the Haitian earthquake?
It just goes to show that we don't know people's lives. We don't know their backgrounds or their life story. Who am I to judge another? I could have stuck my nose up to someone like that - the maintenance guy, the cleaning lady, the lunchroom staff, the cashier - but they are people too. Everyone has a story, it just takes someone to be willing to listen.
FYI, our ice maker is fixed.
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