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Make Your Day

August 3, 2011

We always say: “Thanks, you made my day!” Good things, apparently, always make our days. With all the blessings in our hands, we enjoy the rest of our blessed days and keep thanking our good parents or good friends or good lovers for making our days. We forget, sometimes, bad things can make our days, too. One of those bad things, unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), happened to me on my first day in Adelaide.

I woke up at the Sunny’s Adelaide Backpacker Hostel and remembered that the hostel’s manager had informed me earlier that free pancakes would be served in the morning. So, I ran fast to the kitchen and expected some hot, spongy, thick pancakes with honey syrup and melting butter served on some fancy plates. But, guess what, there was no sign of food. No pancakes. No honey syrup. No melting butter. Nothing.

I went to the reception and found the same manager behind the counter.

“Good morning,” I said nicely, trying not to sound too hungry or too desperate for pancakes.
“Good morning.”
“Er, I suppose there are pancakes at the kitchen right now?”
“I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”
“Are you the one preparing the pancakes?”
“Should I wait?”
“Can’t you see I’m busy right now? I said 10 minutes! 10 minutes! 10 minutes! Okay?”

I was speechless. I didn’t know whether I sounded too hungry or too desperate for pancakes, but I certainly sounded so in the eyes of this angry manager. Poor little kid, hungry for food. Who does he think he is? A monkey?

For a few crushed pancake moments, I felt humiliated and belittled (very literally). I felt like checking out of this cheap hostel and just roaming aimlessly around the city, sulking the whole day over my unfulfilled pancake dreams. Then, suddenly, I realized that I was really acting like a poor, hungry little kid. And who is this manager? Who does she think she is? Is she the Manager of my Emotion? Does she have the power to make my day?

I didn’t know where the force and the energy came from, but I felt forceful and energetic. I waited patiently for the pancakes at the kitchen and, thank goodness, they were so worldly delicious. I thanked the manager for her beautiful culinary skills and, more importantly, for testing my patience and intelligence. I appreciate this rare opportunity of humiliation and belittlement. I got out of the hostel feeling cuter and taller than ever. At the end of my beautiful day in Adelaide, I discovered a great lesson never taught at the university – I just made my own day.

Yes, just remember, when people cause heartache or headache in our lives, just keep on walking. You’ll understand that you’re free to choose your destiny. You’ll make your day.

8 Comments leave one →
  1. Azrai permalink
    August 4, 2011 2:36 pm

    Thank you Hilmi, thank you for sharing this story.
    I love this story, it enlighten my spirit, give me a sudden feel of freedom, empower me.

    I will make my day, day after day….


    • August 4, 2011 5:18 pm

      My pleasure, Azrai. Glad to share.


  2. August 4, 2011 6:57 pm

    A wonderful story Che Mie. A nice one also. We are what we think :). May Allah SWT bless you with a great pancake for todays iftar.


    • August 4, 2011 9:48 pm

      Thanks, Aliff, for liking my pancake tales.


  3. jihani azhar permalink
    August 5, 2011 1:33 pm

    I’ve always admired the way you’ve dealt with what life has dealt to you.

    I still do. 😀


    • August 5, 2011 4:56 pm

      Thanks. I’m still learning how to get around with life.


  4. huda permalink
    August 10, 2011 3:09 pm

    In your situation, you did a great action…that is,be patient and we all can make our day…guess what, you lose nothing …


    • August 10, 2011 3:35 pm

      We gain patience out of passion.


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