Back in those days when I was still wearing my high-profile corporate hat (and stiletto pumps to boot), there was a gofer at work who always made me a cup of coffee every morning. "Ma'am Clarisse, coffee?" He did that every morning after he dusted off my desk and my little room in that corporate jungle, leaving it gleaming, shining and comforting enough for a stressed-out young lady aka moi.
Arnold knew how I wanted my coffee. He even had to teach me how to make that perfect formula that always left me requesting for more cups throughout the day.
Unfortunately, I can't even make one that is as good as Arnold's. I think about it everytime I fix myself a cup. (For instance, right now as I sip my afternoon caffeine fix).
Suffice it to say, I have not had a perfect cup since then.
Does he, a humble errand guy, know what a big difference he has made? A simple cup of coffee. A very simple skill. A very simple gesture...He perfected it, everyday.
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