The hardest part of Starbuck’s was dealing with people that were just not good people. I remember this guy with a black beret that would come in and treat the guys like trash and would only be nice to you if you were a girl. This guy would put me in a bad mood. I’ll even sometimes catch myself thinking that I really wish he would have come in on the last day I was working because I could have really given him a piece of my mind. But I quickly catch myself and realize that’s not Christlike. I think it was definitely easier dealing with people that I didn’t care about. Everyday in drive thru I would probably take on the frustrations and insecurities of over five hundred people a day. I know some of them but no one that I really knew deeply. I usually was able to go home turn on the television and forget about the day. 

Now my job is to help carry burdens. I deal with hurt people. Some that are so hurt that they don’t want to trust God. Some that are so bound by culture that Jesus doesn’t seem to translate. Some that do love Jesus and are really having a hard time. Many  that seem to have a cloud over their heads. I love these people. It breaks my heart. I wish sometimes I could go home and just forget about it. But I see them when I’m at home and when I drive in my car.