Aug 26, 2011-- "I finally found a Motel 6 about twenty-five miles east. When I got there around 11pm, from the cars and people I saw -- it was still warm outside, maybe 85 degrees -- I got the impression I was deep in gang territory. A young couple checking in at the office counter ahead of me added to this impression. I was nervous and felt out of place, but ended up getting a good night's sleep. In the morning, as I was carrying my bags to the car, there was a young man standing in the parking lot. I glanced at him and after a few more steps looked at him again. 'Good morning,' he said. 'Good morning,' I responded. And then, continuing to look at me with his smile, he said, 'Have a blessed day.'" So starts an extraordinary everyday story. (11417 reads)