To all the people I met during my two week stay at “some crummy hotel”, the one where you don’t expect much good service.
You raised my expectations. Infinitely. Each and every one of you, as you cared for me and shared pieces of yourself. I will never forget your warmth. That furtive embrace, the one that ended with tears in both our eyes. Those songs. Our duets. Gifts. Lessons. Card games and “insanity scrabble”. Art and karaoke. Real conversations that I will take with me always in me heart. Laughter. My wish for each of you is only the best of everything that the world has to offer. —The Good Folks That Shared Their Time With Me
This article appears in Jan 12-18, 2012.
