Southern Hospitality

A large man, Paul Manion stood quietly before the gathered responders. His ample stomach hung astonishingly low over his wide belt. "Cupcake", as he is known to his friends, is a maintenance worker for the Corp's St. Louis District. Moose had just presented him an award for the good work he has accomplished over the last 30 days - picking up applications for blue roofs at the five collection centers located around Lake Charles.

After a quick presentation, Moose asked the crowd if we were aware that Cupcake had unselfishly paid all his costs so that he could come help out at Lake Charles. This included meals, lodging, rental car and room. No small contribution. I was impressed.

Then Moose noted that Cupcake would have to wait until he returned to work to receive reimbursement for his "out of pocket" costs. What?

As I get older, I am increasing sensitive to how seemingly similiar people respond differently to the same situation. How could Cupcake's sacrifice be admirable? How could he stand there obviously proud of himself? I was almost embarrassed for him.

But Cupcake's situation is different from mine. I could easily cover my costs; he obviously can't. What is probably a nervous checkbook jungling act for him is a contribution for me. In an unfamiliar and unexpected way, Cupcake has made a sacrifice.

A respectful murmur flowed through the crowd. Moose beamed. Cupcake beamed. Everyone gave him a nice round of applause; including me.