Yesterday I took mom for her bloodwork at the lab. I specifically waited for the phlebotomist that drew my blood last week because she was great…didn’t pinch…got the blood flowing on the first try. Like in every profession, there are good, not so good, very good, excellent technicians. When I told her that she was wonderful and that we waited just for her, her face lit up with the most magnificent smile and she just chatted away with us and was very attentive to my nearly 90-year old mom. I hope that smile lasted throughout the day. How hard is it to acknowledge a job well done? Those of us who have always strived to do our best can live without the acknowledgement, the pat on the back, the compliment, the “Thank you;” but, you know what, when it happens, it’s nice to hear and if it brings some happiness to someone’s day, that’s a good thing. Share the love.