There is a postal outlet store and mailing facility close to my office that I often use to send packages via UPS or FedEx. It is operated by an older gentleman who is cut from very precise patriotic cloth. He is fit, well groomed, and always wears his work clothing just so. He drives a large American made sedan that often sports two proudly fluttering American flags on either side of the roof pillars.
One of his store rules is that anyone using his services to send UPS packages is subject to a one dollar fee in the week that they use the service. He collects this fee at the time the first UPS drop off is made for that week.
I took a return to him last week, setting the prelabeled box on the counter and chatting with him as he scanned the label and processed things in his computer.
“Okay now, this is UPS, of course. He’s already picked up today, so it’ll be tomorrow before it goes out.”
“No problem,” I said. “It’s a return, so no hurry.”
“Have you paid your dollar for this week, for UPS, you know?”
“No, sir, but you can scan my debit card for that if that’s okay.”
“No, no, there’s no reason to run your card for just a dollar. Just remember to bring it to me the next time you’re in,” he said, amiably.
“Oh, okay, thank you very much. I appreciate that,” I said, pocketing my wallet. “Just hold me to it.”
He looked me straight in the eye and said very matter of factly, ” Just make sure you hold yourself to it.”
Men of his generation, who carry themselves that way, dress neatly, drive American made sedans with flags on them and run their own businesses expect no less.
We should expect no less of ourselves as we move through life, but to hold ourselves accountable for the things that really matter.