Watching a young man doubled over with air sickness, the man next to me reached over and handed him his soda and another woman shared her dramamine.
The woman at Starbucks gave me a new vente non-fat caramel macciato when she heard that I'd spilled the first one all over myself in the ladies room.
I mention these simple acts of kindness because I decided that if I was going to be stuck in airports and on airpanes for long periods of time, I could chose to be miserable, or I could chose to find things that make me smile. So far today, I've found two.. not too bad.
I'm heading home from three days in Hawaii -- a trip I'd looked forward to for a long time. I love my clients there, Kamehameha Schools, because they're smart, dedicated to their job, have a great mission and are focused on doing the right thing. I've also become very fond of Honolulu. Unfortunately, the cold I'd been fighting off for a month hit with the strength of a personal tsunami the moment I arrived, and doing three speeches in a row on Wednesday didn't help. I spent most of my time there in bed and am now flying home with a head full of sudafed and afrin, hoping my ears don't explode on the approach to Boston. But I've smiled twice in the last few hours.. not too bad considering how I feel.