As we head directly into the holiday season, many people begin to express their thanks for their families, the delicious food on the table, etc. While those things are important, I am reaching back to March to begin my thanks.
My daughter and I were in Olive Garden for lunch. She loves to go to Olive Garden because she enjoys the Gnocchi Soup. We do not go there often because I cannot always predict the type of experience we will have. Sometimes we get right in, order our food, enjoy the meal and successfully leave the restaurant. Those are the good times. Sometimes we have to wait to be seated, we sit near too many people, the waitress takes a long time to get to the table or the food takes a long time to arrive. Those are not the good times.
When we went to the Olive Garden in March, the restaurant was not too crowded. We were seated in a small section where a couple of the tables were already occupied. We did have to wait a bit for the waitress and the food did take a while to come out, but my daughter was holding things together. I had to constantly reassure her that everything would be ok, and she was getting anxious and a bit loud. At the table directly across from us were two women conversing in another language. One was elderly and I believe the other was her daughter. As my daughter’s voice got louder they kept looking over at us. I did notice that they were smiling so I was not too concerned. When my daughter began to ask for the mints that Olive Garden provides at the end of the meal, I was ready. I had three Andes Candy Mints ready in my coat pocket! Those were ok, but not quite what she was looking for. The younger of the two women came over with her Olive Garden mints and asked me if it was all right if she gave them to my daughter. She told me that watching us made her so happy because in the country she was from she used to work with people and she missed having those experiences. My daughter of course said Thank You and then asked her name. Her name was Betty. My daughter was happy but I was grateful. We do not always get smiling and kind looks from people when we are out and her kindness made the rest of our day.
A week later, my daughter was at Chuck E Cheese celebrating her 31st birthday. Yes, I realize some people will question the “age appropriateness” of this outing, but Chuck E Cheese is her favorite place on earth, and we always have a small birthday party for her at this particular location. We had our cake, sang our songs and my husband and I left her with someone who has worked with her for 15 years to enjoy the rest of the pizza. When she came home she had a Chuck E Cheese doll with her. I assumed she purchased it, but was told the man in the booth behind ours had bought it for her after we left and wished her a happy birthday. His name was Jesse.
My daughter has probably forgotten Betty and Jesse. They have probably forgotten her. I will never forget them and think often of the kindness they displayed to my daughter and what it meant to me. So, thank you to all of the people like Betty and Jesse, and Happy Thanksgiving