The line at Vons
is my classroom. Yesterday I bought a frozen pizza at Vons. I stood in line looking at all the bored people and the bored checker swiping each item across the counter. Then the checker switched out with another checker. This man began to drum on the items as he swiped them across the counter. His beat was accented nicely as he hit his hands on the side of the counter and even the register.
I watched as the people in line began to perk up. Some even started swaying with his sound. I looked at this man and said thank you. He responded with “no problem,” and I said… “no…thank you for making our time in the line enjoyable.”
Still, I wanted to tell him to spend every spare minute pursuing a career in drumming. Part of me wanted to grab him, pull him aside, and scream, “what are you doing at Vons… go start a band, be a street performer, try out for America’s got talent, put your music on youtube, get a twitter account, go chase your dream…” I wanted to pay for his lessons, give him a new drum set, or set him up with a gig.
Then I looked over my head at the people still in line. I saw them smiling, laughing, and moving to his drum beat. I glanced back at him, he looked at me with a smile, and without even missing a beat… he sent me a wave. In that moment I realized that this man does not need to quit his job at Vons to pursue a career in music. He gives his art right where he is needed. He changes the world one Vons line at a time.
Give your art freely and abundantly instead of always looking for a way to climb the ladder
