A Tip To Remember
I coordinated a birthday party for a rather large family yesterday that turned out to be a huge success.
The grandfather of the party, the one who actually sponsored the event, walked up to me and handed me $50. I normally don't take tips, only because I take pride in what I do. But the kind man insisted I take it, even grabbing my hand and burying the money into my palm. He then shook my hand and kept repeating that I did such a wonderful job. His grandson and the rest of his family had the best time because of me, he continued.
Well, I almost cried out of an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He could have given me a dollar and I would have felt the same. I accepted the tip and he then gave me a big, warm hug.
I am still shining with joy today.