Last week, while on business, I had one of the best seafood dinners I’ve had in months. We ate at a restaurant called Petey’s, in New Hampshire. Being from Kansas, eating fresh clam chowder, shrimp and lobster, it was heaven on a plate. The filling meal reiterated to me, all seafood is NOT created equal

I was with two of my co-workers, and when we were leaving, we mistakenly picked up what we thought was “free”. It was wrapped in a napkin placed next to the mints. As we were walking to the car, we realized we actually picked up something that was actually for sale. It was a plastic “lobster magnet”. Our better judgment got to us, and we all agreed we should give them back. So, we turned around and went back inside. Things actually turned out pretty laughable- we joked with the restaurant employees and actually ended up purchasing one of the lobster magnets.

On the car ride back to the hotel, I remember thinking about what it meant to “do the right thing”? For me personally, I knew it meant a lot. But what I realized through this silly “lobster magnet mix-up” was that I also held in high regards the value of knowing my co-workers did the same. I felt this sense of warm glowing pride knowing the company I work for, as well as my friends all were aligned with such a personal belief.

I, certainly am far from being perfect. I attribute everyone from my friends, my parents to Mrs. White from my days of Student Council VP in high school, as all people who have influenced and shaped what it means to “do the right thing”.

…and it means a lot. It’s that piece of your character of what you do when you think no one else is looking.

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