Last week I wrote about the special words Mim, Floey, and I chose for 2015. Mim’s word is WAIT. Floey’s is LEARN. And mine is GRATITUDE. More readers responded to that post than usual, and I really appreciated reading your comments.
One friend asked me if I had ever heard of a “Gratitude Jar?” I hadn’t, but upon her suggestion, I googled the phrase, and learned a lot about it. Basically it’s a jar that you keep in a handy place, along with small scraps of paper and a pen, so that you can easily write down anything that you are particularly grateful for whenever you happen to think about it. Then drop the scrap of paper into the jar. Over the year, you can see the pile of blessings in your life grow higher and higher in the jar. Whenever you’re feeling that “your glass is half empty rather than half full,” you can look at your jar, reread some of the slips of paper, and remember many of the things you’re truly grateful for – the many blessings in your life.
I told Mim that I wanted to start a Gratitude Jar and to keep it on my desk. She found a beautiful blue glass jar for me to use, and the next day she unintentionally provided me with the first item to write on a slip of paper to put into the jar. She had driven me to jail in Madison to play the piano for the women’s worship service. She was planning to shop for groceries while I was in jail. I was thankful that she had dropped me off at the door of the City-County Building. It was a cold (below zero temperatures), snowy, and windy day. I was glad I didn’t have to park several blocks away and walk to the jail. But that’s not what I wrote on the first slip I dropped into my Gratitude Jar.
After Mim dropped me off at the jail, she drove toward the Beltline to go to Woodman’s. The roads were very slick. As she was driving on the John Nolen Drive ramp to get on the Beltline westbound, she hit a slippery spot, lost control of the car, and spun off the ramp onto a steep embankment. She fully expected to roll over. She didn’t. She didn’t hit any other cars, and no other cars hit her. She was okay. The car was okay. She was upright, but stuck. She had her cellphone with her, and called 911. Before the police arrived, a snowplow/sanding truck stopped. The driver came to be sure she was okay. Before he got to the car door he had called the police and a tow truck. Within half an hour of the accident, Mim was safely back on the road. She didn’t go grocery shopping, but instead went to McDonald’s for a cup of coffee. That’s where she waited for me to call her to say I was done playing in jail and ready for her to pick me up.
Mim told me all about the accident when she picked me up from jail. This was only the second time in her life that she had slid into a ditch. The last time she was in college, driving home in a snowstorm in Minnesota – more than 40 years ago.
It’s a scary feeling to lose control of your car, especially when you’re on a steep embankment and you fully expect to roll over. As we talked about how bad the driving conditions were, and how bad the accident could have been, we were so grateful that the only thing that was lost in this accident was about 30 minutes of time and a $150 tow charge, which will probably be reimbursed by AAA.
This is what I wrote on the first scrap of paper I dropped into my Gratitude Jar:
I’m so grateful that Mim was safe when she slid into the ditch at the John Nolen entrance to the Beltline. I’m so thankful for her safety, that there was no damage to the car, and that she was quickly helped to safety.
I sincerely hope that the other slips of paper I drop into my Gratitude Jar are not as dramatic. But I’m certainly glad I’ve chosen GRATITUDE as my word for 2015, and I’m thankful that Roberta told me about having a Gratitude Jar. I think the jar will be stuffed with lots of thoughtful and thankful notes throughout the year. Maybe I’ll share some more with you as the year progresses.