I wrote about an employee at a local pizzeria not too long ago. As with everyone you meet, there's a little more to the story than we can tell about. Especially considering most people visit a blog page an average of one minute before they restlessly move on. Did you know that little bit of information? I didn't for the first few years I wrote on here...I'd go on and on forever. But after reading that and realizing "less is more" I've tried to cut down on my 'wordiness'. I don't always succeed...
...but I digress.
Anyway, the last two times the grandboys and I have stopped in to this little corner establishment, Kim hasn't been there. The first time I figured maybe it was a shift change. Day before yesterday I realized she's no longer there. Even Dylan noticed...he asked me, "Where did the lady go, Grandma?"
Good question...where did she go?
It's funny how we can make first impressions of people, isn't it? The first time the boys and I stopped there to get pizza, Kim waited on us. Not unfriendly, but definitely businesslike and reserved. She was covered with tattoos. A little hard around the edges. For someone so young I could tell she'd already done a lot of living. Once upon a time I might've dismissed her and figured she wasn't worth my time...many, many years ago. But time and experience has taught me in my Christian walk in life that "Do unto others" is there in the Bible for a reason. We aren't supposed to judge someone...we're supposed to love them. And with Kim, as I try to do with everyone I communicate with, I began 'killing her with kindness'. And, as with most other people I encounter more than once, the kindness began softening her heart. (There ARE those out there who are truly impossible to reach, I know. Or take even more kindness than I can bestow, anyway!) Each time we came in and once we began greeting her by name, it wasn't long and we were her friends. She'd go out of her way to give the grandboys little treats, whether it was cookies or candy canes off the store's Christmas tree. Extra Super Balls she had on hand for a vending machine. We gave her a $5 tip at Christmas. She had a beautiful smile. Not that Dylan or Cooper ever cared how she looked on the outside...it was the inside they saw. And responded to.
So, where did she go?
Will she remember us?