"You're leaving a tip for the barista? It's not a restaurant!"
"Dude, they make minimum wage. How many cups of coffee do you think they make in an hour? And for what? A pocket-money wage? If you can afford to drink coffee out you can afford to tip."
Some folks wear a smile, this guy was the smile. Everything about him was a soft and understated joy as he greeted each person. I went to there for the coffee, but I got so much more. Me and all those other people were the patients in his surgery as he asked us about our day, our lives and welcomed the emotions that tiptoed out. I wondered how many went on to be better friends, better bosses, better parents for his care, a spreading out of goodness from just one man. That barista, he was the safest person around and I never thanked him for all that he gave.