There once was a man who one day received a very special
offer by mail. The offer read:
FREE BREAKFAST EVERY MORNING
Simply place your order at the speaker, pull
up to the first window to collect your food, and proceed to the second window
to thank the owner
Skeptical at first, one day he decided to take up the owner on
his offer. He drove to the restaurant,
placed his order at the speaker, pulled up to the first window to find his
order waiting for him, and he continued to the second window to thank the owner. He was overjoyed by the owner's
generosity. He drove off quite pleased. This continued for several years. He was very grateful to the owner.
One morning after he placed his order and collected it at the
first window, he glanced at the clock on his dashboard in panic as he realized
he was late for a meeting. He sped by
the second window and failed to offer a gesture of thanks. He felt somewhat guilty, but reasoned it away
saying to himself this was only a one-time exception. The next day he continued with his regular
routine - place the order, pick it up, and say thank you to the owner. Day after day, week after week, the free breakfasts
were provided.
Several months passed when one day, with his order in hand,
he received an urgent phone call.
Feeling the need to answer he made another exception and passed by the
second window without giving thanks. He didn’t
even look at the owner as he drove away.
The next day and many days after all was well as he followed the
routine.
But soon, there seemed to be more and more exceptions. More meetings interrupted his routine. More phone calls needed to be answered. He even fell into the habit of sleeping in a
few extra minutes nearly every morning not allowing himself the time to give
thanks. He found himself more and more
frequently speeding by the second window, yet day after day the breakfasts
still appeared. Eventually he all but
quit pausing to give thanks to the owner, except on special days like the
anniversary of his first breakfast. He
never failed to offer thanks on that day.
Then one day he pulled up to place his order like he had
done now for decades. There was no
response at the speaker. Puzzled, he
pulled up to the first window where for years and years his breakfasts had been
waiting for him. There was
nothing. He yelled into the window to no
avail. This angered him. He began accusing the owner of being cruel
and unfair. He even yelled at a passerby
cursing the name of the owner. With one
last ounce of hope he pulled up to the second window where years ago he had
received that first breakfast with such joy and gratitude. The window was boarded shut. On the window was posted this note:
Dear One,
What joy I have had seeing you every day for
these many years. Every day you pulled
up I was delighted to bless you with your breakfast, but oh how I wanted to
give you more. I longed for the day when
you would park your car and come inside to meet me, to really get to know me. I yearned to sit with you, to talk with you,
and to bless you far beyond your imagination, for my resources are unlimited as
is my love for you. But now our time is
past. The opportunity is gone. And, for that, I grieve.
Upon reading the note, the man, now old and weak, slipped to
his knees and wept. For there is no
greater pain than the pain of opportunity lost.
