As is my tradition during the holiday season, I'd like to challenge you to use your writing to create goodwill. It's amazing how long-lasting the effect can be.
Years ago, when I went from being a full-time university administrator to being a part-time adjunct faculty member, I was worried I might lose my locker privileges in the university recreation center.
I liked the routine of working out there, I liked hanging out with my running friends and I didn't want to lose that connection.
An older guy named Billy worked in the rec center. He had been handing me a clean towel for years. He wasn't friendly; he wasn't unfriendly. He was just Billy. I always said thanks, but we never talked -- that is, until I realized it might be useful to be on his good side, so I started saying hello and asking how he was doing.
As it turned out, rec center memberships were open to adjunct faculty so I was never at risk of losing my privileges, but I was enjoying our brief exchanges and conversations, so I kept them up. What at first was false over time became genuine.
When Billy retired, I asked the guys in our running group for contributions, and I bought a card and a gift certificate for him. He seemed surprised when I gave it to him.
Years later I happened to see him coming out of a store. He smiled when he recognized me.
"I bought a new fishing pole with that gift certificate," he said. "I'm still using it."