as a waitress i make a lot of observations… mostly about the people that i serve. some are nice and some are mean. some want everything in certain way and some are easy going. some are loud and some are quiet. some are great tippers and some leave without paying a dime. some won’t let the other person talk and has to order for them and some can make decisions for themselves. some like to talk a lot and some like to be left alone. some like to complain and some are content… it’s really interesting and it’s actually one of my favorite parts of my job—to observe all the different kinds of people in this world. it’s almost like i’m getting a tiny glimpse into the everyday lives of all the guests that sit in my section. i really enjoy it.
well, this last saturday i came into work with my usual monotonous way of thinking—“another day at work. get in and hopefully leave with some good money.” during the middle of my shift, i had a family of 4 sit in my section—a mother, a father, and their 2 kids. making my usual observations to my tables, i noticed they seemed very nice and were probably not going to cause me any more stress than i had already been dealing with that day. as soon as i delivered their food, and placed it on their table accordingly, they stopped me and said, “cami?”
replying with my immediate response to my guests, i said, “yes, is there anything else i can get for you?”
they sweetly replied, “well actually we were about to say a prayer on our meal today and we were wondering if there was anything you would like us to pray for you about? relationships..? school..?”
i immediately stopped in my tracks and a flood of emotion caught up with me. “you know what, yes. if you wouldn’t mind including me in your prayers… there is something…” i then proceeded to tell them about how i had been patiently waiting (and slightly stressing) to hear back from my college to see if i could be awarded more scholarship money so i could return this fall. they asked me a few questions about school and why i moved here, and we began to share a small part of our lives with one another. it was really nice to talk with them and see that some strangers wanted to pray for me and my scholarship money. it truly touched my heart and sort of put my mind to ease about school stresses.
i returned to their table after they had finished their meal, with tears in my eyes and told them they were suppose to come into my life that day and i thanked them for sharing their sweet spirits with mine.
the universe is so powerful and it really does work in mysterious ways—bringing certain people/experiences into our lives every moment of everyday.
everything happens for a reason.
thank you, Father/Higher Power/Universe/all things. you are sincerely amazing.