To serve and be served

Not all jobs are the same. It is one thing to work, another to work and serve.
Mind you, when I say "serve" I do not mean generically "serving customers", I mean actually acting momentarily and voluntarily as their servant, performing actions for them that they could otherwise handle on their own: bringing coffee, cleaning the table, shining shoes, washing hair, cutting nails, delivering a pizza.
It is not something to be taken for granted. It is an enormous kindness rendered by the person serving you, something that goes far beyond the ordinary duties of any other type of job with equivalent pay. It takes human qualities and dedication to do it well, with kindness and dignity.
I sometimes forget this, but I have made a commitment to always keep it in mind. When the gesture is performed with grace and the recipient becomes aware of it - pausing for a moment the flow of thoughts, the conversation with friends, or the message they were writing - an exchange of specific signals takes place that both parties pick up. The intensity of the interaction steps up a level, and even the coffee takes on a richer flavor.
If you have never tried it, do so. You won't regret it.

This post was machine-translated from Italian.