Positive People


Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood


and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he


was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"




He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed


him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry


was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having


a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive


side of the situation.




Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked


him, "I don\'t get it! You can\'t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do


it?" Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, \'Jerry, you have two


choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad


mood.\' I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose


to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time


someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can


point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life."




"Yeah, right, it\'s not that easy," I protested. "Yes, it is," Jerry said.


"Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is


a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect


your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It\'s your


choice how you live life."




I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry


to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made


a choice about life instead of reacting to it.




Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed


to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was


held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand,


shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him.


Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. After


18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with


fragments of the bullets still in his body.




I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was


, he replied,


"If I were any better, I\'d be twins. Wanna see my scars?" I declined to see his wounds, but did


ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. "The first thing that went


through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay on the


floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose


to live." "Weren\'t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked. Jerry continued, "The paramedics


were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency


room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their


eyes, I read, \'He\'s a dead man.\' "I knew I needed to take action."




"What did you do?" I asked.




"Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry.




"She asked if I was allergic to anything. \'Yes,\' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as


they waited for my reply. I took a deep breathe and yelled, \'Bullets!\' Over their laughter, I told them.


\'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead." Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his


doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have