It’s the first of February, and I pause with gratitude for another month that my Creator has given me.
Last Friday, my nurse manager shared a story from the book Give ’Em the Pickle! by Bob Farrell. It’s a story about customer service and the expectations of a customer at an ice cream parlor. The customer became upset because he was charged extra for a pickle. At its heart, the book speaks about service, leadership, and teamwork. I haven’t had the chance to read the book myself, but the way our nurse manager shared it made me reflect on how even small gestures can leave a lasting impact.
Inspired by her story, she asked us to write our own “pickles” for our team and our patients. She handed us two pieces of green paper and invited us to write what we are willing to offer—small or simple acts that help strengthen our relationships with one another and with those we care for.
After writing, we were asked to read our pickles aloud in our groups. No one was allowed to respond; we were simply asked to listen. In that quiet space, I felt how powerful it is to be heard without interruption, and how meaningful it is to truly listen.
When she asked for help posting the papers on the wall, I was happy to oblige. That, too, felt like one of my pickles—to show up and help in whatever way I can.
Today, I painted a pickle jar on a 24 x 36 canvas. As I painted, I felt light and present. Creating something with my hands reminded me why I love art—it gives me freedom, focus, and joy.
Painting grounds me. It keeps me motivated and reminds me to slow down and appreciate the moment I’m in.
As we move through this month of February, I hope you’ll create a pickle jar for yourself—a place to collect the small ways you’ve helped make this world a better place to live.
Thank you for taking the time to read my post. Your presence matters. You inspire me to keep writing, creating, and finding meaning in the everyday.
Wishing you a beautiful week ahead.
