About 2am this morning (January 23rd), as I lie on a metal slab at the Detroit airport with my arm over my eyes to decrease the impact of the fluorescent lights, I hear one of those big power washer machines being used to clean the floors of the DELTA concourse.
And a little while later, as I looked at the person who was manning the washer I hear …
“I am so sorry about that. I didn’t want to disturb you … I needed to get the job done.”
My response …
“Floors look great. Thank you for your hard work.”
His response …
“Thank you for saying that. That means a lot to me. You have a blessed day.”
Giving thanks means the world. Giving thanks changes the world.
This morning while still at the Detroit airport, as I step out of the longest Starbucks line ever, and walk over to the attached convenience store, the cashier asks me …
“When does your flight leave?”
“About 2pm … I hope,” I respond.
“You are here until then?”
“Yes. I have actually been here since late yesterday afternoon.”
“Well you sure must be tired. Listen honey, don’t you go and make any decisions as tired as you are. That would not be good. Now promise me!”
It is the love we share for one another that makes this life beautiful.