Size Matters!

Yeah, I know what you've been told but I'm here to tell you size matters, it really does. Let me give you an example.

Years ago, I was walking an average of 20 miles per day for my job. No, I couldn't do that today! No, I wouldn't do that today! I said it was years ago...and I was stupid. Back to the story. Any way, my feet were killing me every day. I mean really hurting with blisters and everything. It was getting pretty bad and I just thought it's because I'm walking 20 miles per day.

One day I was talking to my mom on the phone (don't you just love moms) and I asked her what I could buy for the blisters on my feet. She told me some stuff to buy which would help to bare them but as she was saying good-bye she asked a profound question. "Bille, are you wearing the right size shoes?"

Am I wearing the right size shoes? Do I look like an idiot? What's wrong with you Mom? Of course I'm wearing the right size shoes. I'm wearing the same size shoes I've always worn. Where's the maternal wisdom I've come to expect...and need? Am I wearing the right size shoes! Come on! What else do you have in your bag of omniescience? This is the size of shoes I've worn since I was 16 years old. Please!

"All I'm saying, Bille, is go have your size checked. See if you're wearing the right size shoes."

Yeah, okay Mom. Right away. I'll do that. Thanks. Goodbye.

Boy was that a stupid question!

So I went right on working and walking 20 miles per day and having blisters and having hurting feet. The size of my pride was beating the size of the blisters on my feet in the war for common sense. Mom was wrong. I wasn't going to admit anything else.

Finally, one day I was really tired, so my pride didn't have the strength to fight the blisters anymore. I hobbled into a shoe store to find some better shoes for walking. That was the problem, inferior shoes. I could feel my pride starting to grow again.

I sent the sales person into the back to find a pair of those in 10 1/2 regular, "My size". As soon as they went through the door into the stockroom, I limped as quickly as my now nearly, useless feet would carry me, to the little shoe-size measuring thingy on the floor. I sat down and slid my foot into the guide and was just about to read it when the sales person returned with the shoes I had asked for.

He leaned over and looked at my foot in the size thing and said "You can't wear these shoes, they're the wrong size. You need a 12 wide."

But, I've been wearing a 10 1/2 regular for years and years. I'm not a 12 wide. I'm a 10 1/2 regular. I've been wering that size forever!

He then said something I'll never forget, "Well, you can probably get your feet into these 10 1/2 regulars, but you're gonna get blisters. Son, don't you know that size matters?"

That was it! Size matters. It really does. It matters in a lot of things, not just shoes. Things bigger than shoes.

Things like pride. Things like compassion. Things like love. Things like life.

The size of your life matters. How big is your life? How many people are affected by your life? How big have you lived? Not how rich are you? What all have you done? How big have you lived? How many lives have you touched?

What size lifeprint will you leave on this world? If you're gone tomorrow, will anyone miss you? In a day...a week...a month...a year? Will we know you were here?

Size matters. It really does. How big you live. How big you help others live. Start living life wearing the right size shoes. It feels much better.

Keep Believing...

Bille