Henry is a good man. One of those people you just want to be nice to.

He is a short Hispanic man with a simple accent. He is also my pest control guy. So he comes by every three months and sprays the inside and outside of the house. If I see an increase of little critters, he will drop by and spray again for us the next day.

I am not a conversating fool, but I love being around people like Henry who are genuine. I find the same qualities in the elderly.

The first thing we talk about after his arrival is a quick word or two about the weather; then we discuss his kids, their sports and him coaching them. We also discuss his youngest one who has heart issues. I never ask him about that, but let him bring that up if he wants.

It’s not as if he is just being polite with his customers, but he actually enjoys everyone he meets.

Then he heads off through the house spraying something that I cannot smell, but I know he is spraying something because I see it coming out of the nozzle. Then outside around the house.

Then he knocks on the front door again as if he is someone new. I answer it, he comes in and I sign a piece of paper. It’s not a cheap signature, but it keeps the wife happy and I get to visit Henry again.