There is a little old man who comes in every other day at the restaurant where I work. He greets me with a warm smile and a friendly good morning, always remembering my name. I call him The Sweet Biscuit Man. He always politely orders one biscuit covered with sausage gravy, one scrambled egg, a cup of black coffee and a tall glass of ice water. He comes alone, brings a book usually a mystery of some kind. He has offered to give me the books after he has finished them. He so loves the written word. Obviously, I too share his love of words. He always personally hands me one dollar for my tip. He told me once, he saw a young man walk by a table a long time ago and steal a tip
Today he handed me my dollar but before he did he pointed out that someone had written a chain letter on this this dollar that said, you will be blessed if you write this on 10 one dollar bills. I told him that I think he is already blessed because I believe that what you give and put out into the universe always comes back to you.
He said, "Kathy, you and I think a lot alike."
The truth is, when I see him coming I hurry to seat him in my station. I always bake a fresh biscuit for him and I make sure I give him a fresh cup of coffee and I keep it full. I know he wouldn't complain if it wasn't and I also know I'll get only a dollar which these days doesn't go very far. I do it because he is sweet and kind to me and I truly want to. He has no idea that I bake fresh biscuits for him or the attention that I spend on him every time he comes for breakfast.
When you receive "your due" your not always aware that you are receiving something but you are. His kindness became my kindness. Its the little things you do all day long, every day. It is a smile, a greeting, the words please and thank you. Its looking someone in the eyes when you speak to them, the tone of your voice. Its going a little extra to insure the server gets her tip or the sweet man has a delicious fresh biscuit.
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