With Little to be Sure of: Another Surprise Gift

Received some bad news last evening that I am not at liberty to discuss at this time. Because of who I am, my sleep was fitful and restless, interspersed with bad dreams. I woke up exhausted. It was dark and rainy as I pulled it together for the day at work.

There was a big benefit brunch in town today; a charity event to support "Meals on Wheels" and the restaurant was one of those participating. The Dos Locos (bosses) were hosting our booth there and I was entrusted to get the restaurant open, the symbolism was not lost on me. No problem. I was blessed with a terrific wait staff and kitchen crew. A top notch barman rounded out the morning/lunch group.

As it rained the winds picked up putting a damper, if not end, to the annual fall sidewalk sale all over town.  That meant diners were fewer than expected. Everyone kept busy as wait staff helped one another by busing tables and setting up for the next seating. Very smooth.

Then at about 3 pm, an elderly man walks into the restaurant and tells me that he's visiting for the day and accidentally left his car lights on - his battery is dead - asking if we knew of anyone he might call to help him out of this situation. I provided a phone directory and while I was busy with other things he called around. Nothing on a Sunday.  And, though he had had AAA for years (and never needed to use it) he let it lapse this year.  Figures, right?

I began asking all employees if they knew of anyone who would at least give his car a jump-start.  Suddenly everything fell into place with 2 line cooks, the barman, and a server springing into action.  The gentleman had jumper cables in his trunk, so while a cook, barman, and server pushed the car into a spot, safe  and convenient to a jumper vehicle, the other cook got into her car and drove up along side his car. (Mind you, it was pouring rain and the winds are about 25 mph) The jump was made, the car started, and applause was deafening inside the restaurant and out.

The gentleman attempted to pay for the assistance, but it was refused by the staff. Their answer was simple; this could have been any one of us and we would be grateful for assistance.  Since we were able to help, we believe that when it does happen to us, that someone will be there, too. 

Karma may be a bitch sometimes, but it can be beautiful, as well. I am very proud to have such people in my life. They always surprise and amaze me with their grace, generosity, and spirit.

And so it goes.
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