Do you have time for a story?
Mark and I had spent several days cleaning out his Mother's house on our last time to Norfolk. Anyone who has been through this knows how difficult and daunting a task it is to go through a love ones things after they are no longer with you.
I will spare you the details, but let you know that this house is coming back around to the point where it will be a great house for a family to live in.
We had made plans to have dinner with my mother, who no longer cooks, and can not get out for dinner any more. Instead we had planned on going to get take out and bring it back for her, us and my nephew who lives with her.
This would be a nice break for all of us. We were dog tired and my nephew would have a night off out of the kitchen since he is now the cook in the house.
There is a great burger place that opened in the past year or so that we all like. Mark and I went into the bar, sat down, asked for a menu and then proceeded to figure out what we wanted. There was a man sitting to Mark's right who chimed in to our conversation when we asked the bartender some questions.
It turned out that he ate there enough to have tried most of the items on the menu.
He gave us some sound advice and we took it.
While we waited for our food we both ordered a beer.
We were tired, dirty and worn out.
We talked to each other and also with the man at the end of the bar.
Maybe he saw something in us that we did not perceive because when the food came and we tried to pay the bartender put his hands up and said, " it's taken care of ".
What? "No, really it is paid for, It has all been taken care of ".
We looked at one another and then turned to the man and the end of the counter,
he smiled and said, " Enjoy your food, I love this place and want to share that with you, my treat".
We were stunned and then stepped over to thank him, fishing a business card out of my bag I handed it to Mark.
He placed it in his hand and said, "take a trip to see us, we would love to give you a piece of pottery".
He smiled and said, "I would like that".
We smiled all the way to the car.
This happened to us in others ways each time we ate out while we were there.
Lunch the next day the waitress bought Mark a beer.
At dinner, the night before we left, with our daughter and family we were given an appetizer on the house.
It was just one of those small acts of kindness shown on a hard visit home.
It stayed with us and made us remember to look a little harder and be a little kinder with the people around you. You never know what type of day they are having.
The burger place... here you go.