Donut Day: It's not about me

I carried in two boxes of donuts.  And a baker's dozen of bagels.

Inside the oncology unit, one of the nurses showed me to the break room where I set out the plastic knives, napkins, cups and orange juice.   Today was to be the second day of a week-long effort organized by our WhatFriendsDo.com team to recognize the doctors and nurses taking care of our sick friend.

The bagels were still warm and peeked out of their cardboard hexagon.  The white donut boxes were pulled back to release the smell of sugary goodness.  Looking at the spread, I knew these doctors and nurses in this unit were going to think I was the man.  I might get a high five.  Finished setting up, I awaited the acknowledgement of my good deed. 

A few minutes passed. 

Turns out the doctors and nurses were busy helping patients.  Patients like our sick friend.  At this moment, I realized that I had completely missed the point of my participation in our WhatFriendsDo.com team. 

Sure, being a part of the WhatFriendsDo.com team made me feel good, but it wasn't about me.  Our team rallied to support our sick friend, to ensure she had the support and care she needed.  I was thinking about it all wrong. 

My experience at 'Donut Day' taught me that WhatFriendsDo.com provides a chance to actually make a difference in this world-without putting my name on it.  This new thought in mind, I walked out of the hospital unnoticed, and uplifted. 

RJ Talyor