positive frame of mind
One day when I rushed into the elevator of my flat I saw a neighbour holding a big basket of food and drinks. After the elevator door closed, he just kept his eyes fixed on the food and remained silent.
’So, it looks like you are having a big party!!’ In my positive frame of mind, I made a cheerful comment to liven up the atmosphere a bit.
“No…unlukily it’s not true”, the man forced a smile, but it was more like a chagrin.
“Oh, come on, be a bit more friendly and positive”, in my mind I grumbled to myself, ”how hard is that?”.
As if read my mind, the man looked into my eyes and said: “my little son passed away yesterday, so we have some family visits today. But it’s not a party.”. His words really struck me, and the sorrow in his eyes. How could I have missed that? I had so much sympathy for the man that I felt ashamed of the prejudice of my ‘positive’ frame of mind.
