Becky Davis
05-07-2003, 10:08 PM
Something happened today and it may sound bizarre and hokey, but here goes.
I was paying my bill at a restaurant and I commented on the beautiful flower arrangement. The owner told me it was her birthday. I wished her a happy birthday and so on. She made some comment that she was glad she got them now instead of at her funeral. You know small talk.
Then she said "You look like someone I can tell this. She told me that her daughter had died a year and a half ago. This week she has gotten up several times from bed because of a strong scent of flowers. She had looked for the source and couldn't find it. She kind of kept looking at me for a reassuring sign or something, I told her "I think your daughter is trying to wish you a happy birthday". She burst into tears and told me that she had thought so too, but was afraid to tell anyone because they might think she is crazy.
I walked back over to my table to get my things and she then followed me over and gave me the biggest hug. And thanked me over and over. Well, I was already hiding my tears, but I started bawling too.
I just thought about how the smallest thing can some way be of comfort to people when we don't even know what kind of pain they are in.
I am glad that somehow today, I was able to be used to make a difference, though it be small, in someone's life. Especially on her birthday.
For this I am so grateful.
[This message has been edited by Becky Davis (edited 05-07-2003).]
I was paying my bill at a restaurant and I commented on the beautiful flower arrangement. The owner told me it was her birthday. I wished her a happy birthday and so on. She made some comment that she was glad she got them now instead of at her funeral. You know small talk.
Then she said "You look like someone I can tell this. She told me that her daughter had died a year and a half ago. This week she has gotten up several times from bed because of a strong scent of flowers. She had looked for the source and couldn't find it. She kind of kept looking at me for a reassuring sign or something, I told her "I think your daughter is trying to wish you a happy birthday". She burst into tears and told me that she had thought so too, but was afraid to tell anyone because they might think she is crazy.
I walked back over to my table to get my things and she then followed me over and gave me the biggest hug. And thanked me over and over. Well, I was already hiding my tears, but I started bawling too.
I just thought about how the smallest thing can some way be of comfort to people when we don't even know what kind of pain they are in.
I am glad that somehow today, I was able to be used to make a difference, though it be small, in someone's life. Especially on her birthday.
For this I am so grateful.
[This message has been edited by Becky Davis (edited 05-07-2003).]