Stuck finger where finger doesn’t go.
Drive to work.
No blood. No cut. No bruise.
He holds hurt fingertip tightly, only letting go to adjust the rubber band keeping his hair in a man bun.
Says, “Hurts really, really bad. Like on a one to ten scale, 10 bad.”
Load him up and start toward an urgent care clinic.
For five minutes he gives an instant replay, blow by blow, of how the injury happened.
When he finished I simply asked, “So, why did you put your finger there?”
“I don’t know.”
Continue reading Must Be Quantum Physics
Several years ago, I stopped by a friend’s used car lot at lunch time. I didn’t need anything, just figured I’d stop in and chit chat for a few minutes.
He told me he almost sold his integrity earlier.
An older man came in early that morning and wanted my friend, Dan, to buy a truck he owned. The elderly gentleman didn’t want a trade in, but to sell his truck outright. He had a nice, older truck with low mileage that was clean as a whistle. He’d bought it brand new and maintained it well over the years.
Dan had never seen the old country gentleman before, and the man seemed, well….sad.
Dan asked how much he wanted for his truck. The man hesitated, almost wincing in embarrassment, and said he hoped to get $3,000 because he had some expenses he needed to take care of.
That’s when Dan said he was tempted! Continue reading Extra Mile Integrity