When she first saw me on this last of my visits to the health clinic, this tremendously dear and adorable receptionist, with this funny Sly grin called me James. We were both so glad with the familiarity. She is alternately a drill sergeant and just so Charming. Mid 20s I'll guess. Very stylish, very carefully and attractively groomed. African American woman. She and the other receptionist at this clinic for the homeless are just off the charts in their poise, strength of management, professionalism, good cheer, skills. We have so very much enjoyed encountering one another. This last encounter was not a scheduled medical visit. That was yesterday the last one, a dental appointment. I needed to do something. And the something turned out to be three very large trays of cut fruit from the nearby Walmart, trays in a bag with a card on top addressed to the health clinic team, and inside the card was the message that I needed to deliver to them. Thank you for the rare and extraordinary goodness that you channel to all of us. Signed, your clients. Upon presenting this in a large double-bagged Walmart bag this so Charming receptionist looked up in her controlling mom young African American woman way, Mr McGinley, who told you to do this? I was so taken aback but almost immediately first I pointed up to the sky indicating Creator, whatever that is, and then to my heart. She seemed so stunned with the whole thing. I think in a really really good way. There was certainly enough fruit for the entire staff at this place to have quite a bit. And the same thing was repeated at the other place that kept me for 4 days in support of my colonoscopy.