It is the second night of our stay in London (it was then, as I am home now. But pretend, for my sake, that you are me and I am the voice inside my/your head).
::eyes look up and see Holiday Inn Express scrolled out on a sign in yellow lettering. The last leg of this day's journey. I have Palak Peneer (sp?) in my hand with an order of Naan and some rice, and I can smell its sweet aroma slightly through the overpowering pungent odor of automobile exaust. I can feel mom close to me as we approach the automatic sliding doors of the hotel. We are in London, and the day is sunny and warm, but we are incredibly tired after rushing around trying to gobble up every sight our eyes could see! Our minds are weary after trying to figure out how this Underground system works. Fortunately we did not lose our way, but we had skipped two of my daily meals. C'est la vie, no? We woof down our food, and then realize that our bellies are too full. I blank out for a few moments, then jolt awake as I remember that I need to let everyone know that we made it safely! So I shake myself awake and discuss getting some internet time from somewhere so that I can update my blog. We decide that we are too tired to go to an internet cafe, so we buy some time here at the hotel. I trot on down and pay for the time, they give me a user-name and password and I trot back up to our room. I try to find the login....cannot find it. I search and search, but I come up dry every time. I inform mom that it is not working, and I call the information desk::
::Ring ring..then answer:: 'Hello, may I help you?' ::it is a deep voice, annunciating every syllable perfectly::
'Oh yes, Well, I was just down there and paid for some internet time. I have tried putting in the user-name and password, and it will not take it.'
'What won't take what where?' he replies, confusedly.
'Oh, well, my computer is not connecting to the internet because the user-name and password are not working.'
::I can feel his mind trying to make sense of what I am saying, and I hear his uneven breathing, so i save him the trouble of replying::
'Could I bring the computer down and you can tell me what I am doing wrong?'
'Yes, ma'am. I believe that would work best.'
::so I slide on down to the front desk and he walks me through the internet...mind you, he is calmly helping me connect to the internet while two girls (who are part of a pack of other scantily clad females, freely lounging on the sofas) are yelling at him to order them taxis, and he is on the phone with the taxi company, and his co-workers are asking him questions that they are confused about. I have heard of multi-tasking before, but this was insane! I look around and I see that many of the hotel guests are sitting in the dining room enjoying the spectacle. But he was so calm and yet firm through it all, and got everything done quite quickly and exact! I asked him twice if he wanted me to come back another time, and he calmly looked at me and said, 'no no, you are fine'. I did not know that there were people in this world who could truly do what I saw him do. And it seemed as though he does it all the time. He is a very good man for that job, and I wish I could applaud him. So here is my tribute to his remaining sane in an insane world! His actions encouraged me that I can do that someday::

We bought 4 hours of internet time, but our computer only had 3. So I checked my email, hurriedly, and made a blog post, uploaded all of the photos we had taken (from both cameras) up to that point, and then handed the internet and computer over to mom. That night we slept like bumps on logs, and the next day was sunny and warm.