CHAPTER 14:
GRATITUDE: THE GATEWAY DRUG TO
AWESOMENESS
When you are grateful, fear disappears and abundance appears.
—Anthony Robbins; author, speaker, motivator, life-changer
When I was a little kid, my parents made my brothers and sister and I answer
the phone in this very formal way, “Jennifer Sincero speaking,” as if, between
fighting over who got to play with the Big Wheel and stuffing balloons down
our pants, we were all running our own private concierge businesses. Their
friends would gush on the other end of the phone about
what a polite bunch the
Sincero kids were, and I thought nothing of it until the day I made my very
first phone call to a friend, and, upon hearing her answer, gripped the phone in
wide-eyed disbelief.
You get to say “Hello?” Do your parents know?! It was as
unthinkable to me at the time as saying the F-word or sitting down to join my
parents for a glass of scotch.
My amazement quickly turned to horror when I realized it wasn’t just that
one renegade friend who could answer the phone in such a carefree manner,
but everyone, and that my parents were clearly playing some big practical joke
on us. Our objections were met with the standard, “When you pay your own
phone bill you can answer it any way you like.” So the years passed, our
indignation slowly getting watered down by habit.
I don’t remember exactly when the mutiny happened, but eventually we all
started answering the phone like normal human beings. I’m going to assume it
was around the time of their divorce, when Mom had all four of us mostly to
herself, either in, or hovering around, high school, and phone rules got
bulldozed in her switch to combat mode.
The demand for manners in general, however, was left firmly standing, and
no matter how wild and wasted we got, we always remained those polite
Sincero kids: “Can I help you Officer? Thank you, Officer. Yes, sir, that is my
marijuana.” Not only are the words “please” and “thank you” ingrained in me
like the recipe for my Italian father’s red sauce or the knowledge that it’s not
cool to kill people, but being polite just always seemed to be such a no-brainer.
Aside from the fact that it makes you feel like a good person, people will
usually do what you ask them to do if you’re nice about it, and if you’re not,
they won’t. Hello? Which is why it completely baffles me when anyone over
the age of five is rude, and especially when they refrain from the thank-you
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