Yesterday, two lovely young men came to do my carpets.  They went the extra mile, removed some odd rust spots where something metal sat on the floor when I was moving in (the spots had been there four years.)  

They scrubbed a place where I had spilled grape juice, tried for over an hour to get the places Squig had messed up and then deodorized everything--and also cleaned three rooms of carpet.

I had them sit for a moment in the kitchen to eat chocolate brownies and drink Dr. Pepper.  Tipped them and sent them on their way.

I heard one of them say to the other one as they were leaving, “I wish all our customers were nice like that.”  And I was thinking, “I wish all the people who come to help me were nice like that.”

How much does nice cost anyway.  They worked hard.  I appreciated them.  They appreciated my attitude even though they couldn’t get Squigg’s “outhouse” perfectly clean.

I played Amazing Grace for them on the marimba.  That’s what life is all about.  Giving each other some grace.