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By Diane Forrest
During the few months I had between Junior and Senior College,
I had a brief stint as a waitress at a local hotel restaurant. It is a very nice hotel, over 100 years old,
and the finest in town. The elevators
had operators that wore gloves, and the wait staff all wore uniforms, the
ladies wore green dresses with white aprons, and the men wore black pants,
white shirts with black vests.
The time I spent there was a very exciting time. The hotel was full of movie stars who were in
town filming the movie North and South.
I recognized several actors from their work on television shows, and
expected them to be as nice in person as the people they portrayed on tv. That was not the case. These people were not
the same as the local southern care free people I was used to waiting on. They were always demanding and in a hurry,
and hardly ever left a tip.
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This was several years ago, and not the type of place
that had food already prepared and sitting under warming lights. These orders were cooked when ordered, and a
larger party meant a longer wait.
Going out to eat should be a fun experience. Not rushed and hurried. The people who wait
on you are there to make sure your time with them is fun and enjoyable and
everything you expect. They are there to
bring you things you need, and answer questions you have, but they do not
prepare the food. They do however get
the brunt of the anger when things aren't prepared to their liking.
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January is Be Kind to Food Servers Month. Food serving is largely a thankless job. Servers can be found in many places such as
restaurants, school and hospital cafeterias, even some churches and meals on
wheels programs. People who wait on you deserve your kindness and respect. Remember they are doing you a kindness, and
helping you get the things you would have to get for yourself if you were at
home. It doesn’t take alot to smile and say thank you and have a little
patience when someone is doing their best to make you happy.
This reminds me of a story:
One day
a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim
light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her
Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even
with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the
last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor
and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the
cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you.
He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s
warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”
Well,
all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan
crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his
knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get
dirty and his hands hurt.
As he
was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to
him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing
through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan
just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any
amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful
things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice
about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need,
and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had
lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other
way.
He told
her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone
who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and
Bryan added, “And think of me.”
He
waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and
depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the
twilight.
A few
miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to
eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It
was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene
was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe
her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the
whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months
pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old
lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger.
Then she remembered Bryan.
After
the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress
quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had
slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back.
The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something
written on the napkin.
There
were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me
anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m
helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let
this chain of love end with you.”
Under
the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well,
there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the
waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and
climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had
written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it?
With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….
She
knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave
him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all
right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”
Remember to be kind to everyone you meet!
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