Israel of McDonald's

Daily I drive to McDonald's for a large cup of black coffee. McDonald's coffee is made to please a billion customers, so it's a bland cup of coffee which suits me well. But the McDonald's I frequent has a special group of employees, starred by Israel, my friend at the drive-thru window. I had been paying Israel almost daily for several months. Amazed by his positive and friendly persona, one day I asked him his name, and after that daily I would say "Hi Israel" and he'd always respond with a "Hi Derek, my friend." If the line was slow, we would chat about the weather. One day I asked Israel, "Israel, what makes you so happy?" Promptly responding Israel said, "I'm alive and God is good." I smiled and replied, "You're the best, see you tomorrow Israel."

A couple days later as I handed Israel my debit card to pay for my coffee, he said, "today's coffee is on me Derek - have a great day!" Tears streamed down my cheeks as I drove away with my coffee.

Israel is a terrific way for me to start my day. His smile, simplicity, demeanor, and genuine kindness are extraordinary. I wonder if he worries about money? Or worries about having the best clothes? Or worries about looking good for friends? Or worries about driving a cool car? Or worries about having white teeth? Or worries about being accepted in social circles? I saw Israel get out of his car at McDonald's one day. A dented up 10-year old black SUV.

"My" McDonald's is primarily staffed with minorities, and ALL the employees are pleasant. The irony is Israel and I probably don't worry about the same things. I wonder who is happier?