I pulled into my motel late afternoon, then went to a local Subway to take dinner to my room. I watched a little bit of HGTV, which always riles me a bit when I see those fools whining about homes that don't have stainless steel appliances or double sinks in the bathrooms. I don't know about the rest of you... aren't there bigger problems in life to consider?

I slept surprisingly well last night, but could've probably slept well on the curb outside my room. I was that tired.

Because it's Sunday I'll rein in my description of my motel - it's a poo-poo hole. Gah.

It's so odd when I observe obvious situations when courtesy should soar and it doesn't. As I lugged my stuff through the lobby yesterday, several employees, including the manager, strolled by and didn't give a whit that I had an oxygen tank slung on my arm as I rolled the cart toward my room. Though I was staying for one night only, I can't travel light anymore. The cart toted my oxygen concentrator and a small bag and my laptop. I looked like a pack mule.

The cart is still in my room. I was too tired to return it.

So, when I went to breakfast this morning, I was delighted to encounter an attendant who was extraordinarily friendly and helpful. And he's the reason I'm typing this morning. The impetus of this post isn't about poo-poo hole motels, or me being tired, or insensitive motel staff... aren't there bigger problems in life to consider?

Long before human interest stories started to pop up regarding overlooked people in service, support staff, I've been a keen observer and somewhat quiet advocate. For example, I never leave less than a $10 tip no matter what the ticket amount is. I seriously and very truly can't remember the last time I experienced a rude restaurant server. To my way of thinking, they're worth every penny of tip I leave.

This is about to become a redemption story of sorts.

I went to breakfast this morning and chugged a couple of cups of coffee before toasting an English muffin. I noodled around on my Smart Phone, but became delightfully distracted with the cheerful service of the breakfast room attendant. After I finished, I went back to my room to retrieve a tip. (I hadn't lugged my backpack to breakfast.)

The attendant was mildly reluctant to take my tip, which I won't disclose... but more importantly, I looked straight into his eyes and said, "You make a difference. You may not know it, others may not tell you, but YOU MAKE A DIFFERENCE." It was a nice moment.

So there you have it. The poo-poo motel wasn't such a bad choice after all. I met someone who restored my faith, gave me a helping hand, and the power of goodwill was deeply inhaled.

I think we should all strive each day to make a difference. A smile is easy and wondrous and doesn't cost a penny. It's simple, yet powerful.

Well, I'd better pack up. I have a date with David and Olivia this morning.