I have a dear old friend living in Rugby England who taught me a good lesson. She’s old — I think she was 84 when I met her. She’s legally blind — but lives alone and meets almost all her own needs — including some fantastic cooking — except perhaps for toast which she makes broiler-style and is always burning before she realizes it.
Anyway, we were scheduled to be picked up for a lecture I was giving and visual impairment and all she was ready to leave fully an hour before our pickup had been scheduled.
We sat and chatted for a while and out of the clear blue she said this:
“Isn’t it wonderful to be ready and waiting?”
At the time I guess I was about 45 and it frankly wasn’t anything I’d ever thought about — the difference between being READY and WAITING. But there IS a difference.