I returned from breakfast at the Hilton to discover my room had been freshly made up. As I inhaled the light, pleasant fragrance in the air I heard a tap on the door.
"Housekeeping" she said.
Curious, as the room seemed perfectly made up, I opened the door to greet the smiling woman in my doorway. She said she had come back to my room to thank me for leaving her a tip. I said, "Of course, I left a tip. You deserve it. You work way too hard for way too little money." And then she hugged me. After I assured her that I did not need anything, she went on her way to the next room, smiling.
As I turned back from the door I began to cry a little. How lovely that she came to thank me. How sad that she came to thank me. How good that something I did could make another person smile.
Some of my friends work tirelessly on behalf of hotel workers. I hope and pray that their efforts result in hotel workers finally earning a living wage, with health insurance and pensions and all the other benefits that the people staying in the rooms they clean enjoy.
I'll just keep preaching justice. And leaving tips. And maybe, smiles will happen.