June 20, 2026 — 9:09 a.m.
The earth has awoken in Los Angeles to more Kindle skies.
My shoulders are sore.
Don’t know why, but they are.
About to head into the streets to deliver bags and more bags.
So, I had a client who hadn’t ordered from me in a while.
I thought about stopping by and asking if he needed anything.
Instead, I decided to drive to Krispy Kreme and buy him a dozen donuts.
Why?
Because I was right about one thing.
He, along with many others, has helped me receive a check on a weekly basis.
So I walked in and handed him the donuts.
“Thank you. This is for you.”
He looked at me confused.
As I was about to walk away, he said:
“Wait.”
Then he made an order for ten cases.
Funny.
I wasn’t trying to make a sale.
I was trying to say thank you.
Sometimes I think people remember how you make them feel.
Business is business.
But appreciation is appreciation.
Maybe my gut wasn’t telling me to make a sale.
Maybe it was telling me not to forget the people who helped me keep moving.
The order was nice.
But honestly?
The thank you mattered more.
💬 Reader Question
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