Mr. Marc
Sitting in Mr. Marc's office discussing a contract we were writing. I wasn't feeling great, due to a cold and cough. As we were discussing the contract I kept having to stop to cough. After about the third coughing burst he lay the papers down on his desk and got up from his chair. He walked over to the side desk in the direction of a brown paper bag. He reached into the bag and pulled out some cough syrup. Without saying a word he cracked open the bottle, measured out 2 tsp of syrup and handed me the little cup. Smiling I obediently drank the syrup. Handed the little cup back and said thank you. He set the cup down on the table and without saying a word walks back to his desk. He sits back down, picks up the contract and we continue our meeting. That's who Mr. Marc is. I'm so thankful for him.