I have a resilient character who against all odds receives redemption in the face of certain annihilation. Had the same scenario occurred in a real life situation, our hero would certainly have died and this blog would be over. However, being that there is a fine line between my creative genius and inept ramblings, we shall continue.
This character brought about thoughts of services we depend on daily but are convinced will not work to our satisfaction. In fact, they have acquired, and undeservedly so, a negative stigma.
Case in point: The United States Postal Service
We tend to complain about the cost of stamps, lost mail, late and damaged packages; when, in reality, it’s amazing we manage to receive any mail at all. The USPS processes 554 million pieces of mail each day. That equates to 6,400 pieces a second. Postal workers drive 1.2 billion miles a year to deliver our mail and they do it all with zero tax dollars. Their operating income stems solely from the sale of stamps. Thankfully, the postal service is not run by the government or I’d be expecting to pick someone else’s mail out of my gutters. The way I see it they do an unbelievable job, delivering so many pieces of mail to millions of customers and I salute their achievements.
And next in line is…the dastardly weatherman
What other human being on the face of the earth has caught more flack for trying to be helpful than our friend the weatherman? It’s almost as if we blame him personally for rain, heat waves, snow, sleet, hail, thunderstorms, hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunami’s and all other natural disasters. In fact, if you think about the vast troposphere that a meteorologist has to work with, I am astounded and amazed that they are able to say anything other than “duh.” Look at what they must deal with just preparing a single daily forecast? Humidity, barometric pressure, wind velocities from the ground to the cloud tops, warm fronts, cold fronts, stationery and occluded fronts, dew points, heat and/or cold, dry lines, wind shear and I’m surely leaving out many more variables since what I know about meteorology wouldn’t fill my right ear canal. Then there are times they are called in to save lives predicting catastrophic events such as hurricanes and tornadoes. I shudder to think what we would do without them. Yet we gripe when they miss a forecast and our picnic gets rained out. The irony in that is that we’ll tune in for the next day’s forecast. Once again I salute their efforts to inform and keep us safe.
The next time you’re disgruntled with a late package or a rainy day that wasn’t supposed to be, think about how difficult these jobs are to perform and be thankful that we have them working for us even if they do make an occasional mistake…because that merely makes them human just like us!
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This has been a public service announcement from the “Lynn Boy Foundation.”