Appreciation

As long as I feel appreciated,

I am the hostess who will make you a fresh pot of coffee and fill your cup before I even fill the pot.

I am the hostess who will give you the shirt off my back after you've had a fire completely destroy your house and you have nothing to wear.

I am the hostess that will leave the first blanket I've crocheted outside your door when you've had a fire that gutted the inside of your home and you are now here with your family and disabled son. I want a little bit to feel like home.

I am the hostess who will give you cough drops or a hair tie from my own bag.

I am the hostess who will let you into the pool late after you drove up here from Atlanta with three children.

I am the hostess who will call other hotels to find a place for you when we are full.

I am the hostess who will come to your room and fix your computer after you've messed up the firewall.

I am the hostess who will understand and call 911 after your toddler goes into anaphylactic shock, and you don't speak English.

I am the hostess who will look the other way when you have a small dog and we are not pet friendly.

I am the hostess who will let you into the breakfast room so you can be rowdy and not kicked out for noise.

As long as I know I am appreciated.

But if you cop an attitude with me, or treat me like I am beneath you, you will find your butt on the pavement before the door finishes swinging shut behind you.