a job [well done]
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Our little house was up early this morning.
As the rest of the world started to wake, My Little One and I watched through the front window, cuddled together [me inhaling her delicious sleepiness].
Suddenly, a loud thud: our weekend newspaper hitting the house then rolling towards the street. But a few moments later, the Delivery Guy was parking his car, climbing out, retrieving the paper and placing it gently on the front step.
He hadn’t seen us. He could have left that paper where it was. No-one would have known [except him].
A reminder that there is grace and beauty in doing the job [whatever it is] with integrity.
POSTED BY Alex Kingsmill at 10:38 AM
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