Treat every person as though their hardest day brought them to your door.
I stood there for a moment, thinking about Sarah.
She had always believed kindness revealed itself most clearly when there was nothing to gain.
Patricia had treated me according to the power she thought I lacked.
Lupita had treated me according to the humanity she could see.
One of them saw a worn jacket, a cheap backpack, and a man who could be sent away.
The other saw a father trying not to wake his child.
The hotel had always belonged to me on paper.
That night, Lupita reminded me what it was supposed to stand for.
