Monday, March 31, 2014

One Good Turn Deserves Another...

One stormy night many years ago, an elderly man and his wife entered the lobby of a small hotel in Philadelphia. Trying to get out of the rain, the couple approached the front desk hoping to get some shelter for the night. "Could you possibly give us a room here?" the husband asked.
The clerk, a friendly man with a winning smile, looked at the couple and explained that there were three conventions in town. "All of our rooms are taken," the clerk said, "But, I can't send a nice couple like you out into the rain at 1:00 in the morning. Would you perhaps be willing to sleep in my room? It's not exactly a suite, but it will be good enough to make you folks comfortable for the night."

When the couple declined, the young man pressed on. "Don't worry about me, I'll make out just fine," the clerk told them. So the couple agreed.
As he paid his bill the next morning, the elderly man said to the clerk, "You are the kind of manager who should be the boss of the best hotel. Maybe someday I'll build one for you."

The clerk looked at them and smiled. The three of them had a good laugh. As they drove away, the elderly couple agreed that the helpful clerk was indeed exceptional, as finding people who are both friendly and helpful isn't easy. 
 
Two years passed. The clerk had almost forgotten the incident when he received a letter from the old man. It recalled that stormy night and enclosed a round-trip ticket to New York, asking the young man to pay them a visit. The old man met him in New York, and led him to the corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street. He then pointed to a great new building there, a pale reddish stone, with turrets and watchtowers thrusting up to the sky. 
 
"That," said the older man, "is the hotel I have just built for you to manage."
"You must be joking." the young man said.
"I can assure you I am not." said the older man, a sly smile playing around his mouth. 
 
The older man's name was William Waldorf-Aster, and that magnificent structure was the original Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. The young clerk, who became its first manager, was George C. Boldt. 
 
This young clerk never foresaw the turn of events that would lead him to become the manager of one of the world's most glamorous hotels. 
 
Don't be afraid to reach out and touch someone's life. You never know whose heart you may be touching.


Monday, March 24, 2014

The Blog, and Post # 1

Hello, everybody...here we go, our first post on our blog

Just working out the kinks and trying it out, but a short post is below...please review and feel free to share your thoughts---this is yours

A short story taken from a book I recently read---Chicken Soup for the Golden Soul.

Make Me Like Joe!

If you think you can't make a difference, think again       Paul J. Meyer

Joe was a drunk who was miraculously converted at a Bowery mission. Prior to his conversion, Joe had gained the reputation of being a hopeless dirty wino for whom there was no hope, only a miserable existence in the ghetto. But following his conversion to a new life with God, everything changed. Joe became the most caring person that anyone associated with the mission had ever known.

Joe spent his days and nights hanging out at the mission, doing whatever needed to be done. There was never any task that was too lowly for Joe to take on. There was never anything that he was asked to do that he considered beneath him.

Whether it was cleaning up the vomit left by some violently sick person or scrubbing the toilets after careless men left the men's room filthy. Joe did what was asked with a smile on his face and a seeming gratitude for the chance to help. He could be counted on to feed feeble men who wandered into the mission and off the street and to undress and tuck bed men who were too out of it to take care of themselves. 

One evening, when the mission director was delivering his evangelistic message to the usual crowd of still and sullen men with drooped heads, one man looked up, came down the aisle to the altar and knelt to pray, crying out for God to help him to change. 

The repentant drunk kept shouting, "Oh God! Make me like Joe! Make me like Joe! Make me like Joe! Make me like Joe!"

The director of the mission leaned over and said to the man, "Son, I think it would be better if you prayed, 'Make me like Jesus.'"

The man looked up at the director with a quizzical expression on his face and asked, "Is he like Joe?"     

                                                                                                        Tony Campolo