I love people who take the initiative. These people see a problem, develop a solution, and then want to execute the plan. This is a good thing. But it does breed another problem.
My son can be enjoying a stuffed animal he has all to himself in his room, blissfully unaware of any other object or human's existence. But the moment his little sister enters the room and grabs another animal (which he was not playing with or knew was there), you'd think WWIII had been initiated.
One of the greatest dark sides of people pleasing is that I have a hard time saying "no". Just ask my wife (on second thought don't ask her she might not like me then).
I like to be early. Ask my wife and she will tell you, in my head if we are not at least 5 minutes early, I feel like the world is coming to an end. I hate being late (and on time for that matter). To be early is to be on time. At least that's how I see it.
People walk in and out of their workplaces every day unknown on a personal level. Others visit the same stores and restaurants weekly, seeing the same workers and neighbors yet remaining relatively anonymous.
We had this get-together planned for months. The meal plan was ready. Our schedules had finally aligned. This would be an evening where food was enjoyed, laughter was ample, and joy was the air we were breathing. Then it happened. One of our kids got sick...
Preacher on the Run... 