Recently I flew on Air France. It was a 7:15 am flight, so I had to be at the airport at 5:00 am.

Both the gentleman who checked me in and the lady who was my flight attendant did a fabulous job. It seemed as if they loved their jobs.

Some will say it is unimportant to love what you do. I disagree. Our work must move us. It must motivate us to get out of bed in the morning, even if it is ridiculously early.

Because two people love what they do, Air France has a new fan. Thank you for the experience!