A Special Friend

This might be my shortest post. Or not? I guess we’ll see.

I’m amazed by how much business we’ve done at Joe’s Chicago over the last week. Through snow, nor blizzard nor record setting low temperatures we have persevered and still had visitors beyond any expectation I might have had! If I ever had any doubt about this restaurant’s ability to transcend the elements it has been obliterated in the last few days.

Today I had a special visitor despite the snow and the cold. Her name is not important. She’s an lovely woman who I have known for about 10 years. She sent me a letter in the snail mail about a week ago with the topic that servers are real people and have a real job that is important. She just gets it!

I was delighted to see that she was coming in today because I hadn’t seen her since my wedding shower which she made it to but she couldn’t attend my wedding despite the fact she was invited because she couldn’t find a ride. She is a recent widow and is still figuring out how to get around in her new world order.

She had a nice lunch and we were busier than expected so I couldn’t spend as much time with her as I might have liked to but she didn’t mind. She reminds me of my own mother in that she never wants to make a fuss over herself and never wants to be an imposition. I guess that’s why I love her so much.

As she was leaving today she said, “I’m sorry but I won’t be able to make it to Christiana’s birthday party but I wanted to give you a check for the charity you are supporting…” I was blown away! I forgot that we had invited her to the birthday party this weekend in the midst of all the last minute planning. The fact that she was thoughtful enough and caring enough to want to make a donation to the charity my bride had designated and that she came down from the suburbs to give me the check was humbling and beautiful in every possible way!

Then as she got ready to leave she said something else. “I want to tell you something Jimmy. I am going into the hospital next week. They found a spot on my liver and they don’t know if they can treat it or not, but I’m going to go in and see and maybe it will be okay or maybe I’ll just be Miss Spotty Liver…”

My job allows me to form a number of special relationships and that is indeed a privilege. Few have equaled this situation. I told her that I wanted her to call me if she needed anything at all and she said that she would be fine and that whatever was supposed to be was supposed to be.

At times life and the people you are lucky enough to know can be quite humbling. My dear friend I am grateful for the lesson and the reminder in humility. The value is truly immeasurable. As she walked out she said, “How’s you Mom? She is the nicest person ever.” So are you my friend!

Be well….

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About Jim Herbert

I've been wanting to write my whole life. By age 45 it had amounted to nothing more than a storage locker of half full journals and a lot of unfulfilled dreams. Then Paris in the fall of 2011 happened. It was the catalyst I needed to consistently blog. At first I had a hard time hitting the publish button, but now two blog sites and over 300 posts later I'm hitting my stride. I'm also a budding speech writer. I've recently been heavily involved in the Chicago Storytelling scene and have also won the Chicago Toastmasters Area 66 International Speech Contest. Check out our website at www.emergingintojoy.com for more details about the amazing things that are happening in my life. A book or two are nearing completion. With another Paris trip on tap for Easter of 2015 I can only imagine that there are Infinite Possibilities on the horizon!!!
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