Marie took one more bow from the stage; the cheering crowd was on it's feet. Shouts of "Bravo!",resounded in the Music Hall, as she finally exited the stage to her dressing room. Once there, she sat at her vanity and read congratulatory notes from all over the world. Well wishes and flowers from kings and queens lined the tiny dressing room wall. Her performance tonight was exceptional; she was at the top of her game. No one had gained such adulation in such a short period of time.
"Thank-you, Father", she prayed.
Just thinking of it, made her begin to sob tears of joy and appreciation. In between the sobs, she realized she was having trouble catching her breath! What was happening? Heart attack? She managed to get out of the chair and fell onto the floor clutching her throat. She could feel something lodged inside. "I'm choking to death!" Although she was beginning to black out, Marie heard a faint knock at the door. She struggled, gave it all she had and crawled over to grasp the doorknob. She slowly pulled the door open.
There stood Pete, the Music Hall concierge, holding a tray with a glass of water atop of it. Of course, he was shocked to find her in that condition, but he was able to perform first aid and within seconds out popped a mint candy she'd thought was long dissolved.
"Pete, if it had not been for your thoughtfulness and kindness, I'd surely be dead."
So many high honors surrounded Marie in her dressing room that night, but it was the simple kindness of a glass of water after a tiring performance that mattered the most.
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