Have you ever felt compelled to pen a quick note to a stranger? If so, why did you feel compelled too? It need not be only a touching note, but maybe a note in anger too. It is all okay; that is life.
I thought this might be an interesting, heart-felt topic of interest.
I can start.
After we found out we would never get to hold our unborn baby son last fall, we went out to eat as Katie and I were too exhausted emotionally to cook. At the restaurant, our waitress had just had her first Grandchild, but she was in Maine, and her Grandson was in Colorado. Still she was bubbling with joy...and rightfully so.
We gave her a note on our check as we paid it...with a $50 tip. "Today we found out that our baby did not make it, but as Christians we know we will see him again some day. Until then, we are proud for you and want you to take this extra tip and buy your grandson something for his special day since you cannot be there."
Travis, my heart goes out to you and your wife. I lost a son on his birthdate because of a diaphragmatic hernia.
When my daughter was a teen, she landed in a high security treatment center for juvenile offenders. I wrote to her every day. When she told me that some of the girls never heard from their families, I sent cards and notes to them as well; which were well received. I tried this ministry later again, but through a church program and was assigned to boys, and I never knew if my attempts were welcome.
This does not really count because it was a spoken word, and not written, but I once told a waitress truthfully, she was the best waitress I had ever had...and really meant it. A year later we happened to have her, a place we went a few times a year, but not weekly or anything, and she remembered us.
This has really been a great exercise for me in remembering people are nice (for the most part).
I had a friend come to my house and ask for a favor, and so I agreed to help him out for a few weeks as no one would work for him. I helped him, but then he started saying nasty things about me. Some of it is true because I do have a tumor on my brain, so I am very unsure of myself, but it really stung because its truthful, yet I cannot change how I am. Worst yet, it looks like I will not get the $3000 he owes me for running his equipment. That should not surprise me though, the last time I helped him out, I bought fuel for his machines and he still owes me $1500 from that.
But with this post, it reminds me, people are generally nice.
Good night. Drive safely. Here's a tiny ad for the road: