OK, I know that our Thanksgiving (Canada) weekend was many weeks ago. But, with so many American friends and such close neighbours, and Black Friday spill…I felt that a Thanksgiving post was in order. As you sit with family and friends this weekend in the comfort of your homes, I hope that we can all be thankful for our good health and harmony in our lives. And when we have challenges, we are thankful for a supportive network of family and friends. Let’s remember and give thanks for our blessings and remember those who have suffered or are suffering in this world today. Let’s also remember that we never know “the story” that might stand behind those around us. This is but one example I just felt I had to share.

Always A Story

My daughter and I were traveling across northern Ontario the past few days and stopped in a great little restaurant  for dinner one night. The meal was outstanding and the service magnificent.
In fact, we had large portions and requested “to go” containers.
When the woman serving us returned with the styrofoam containers, she pulled out a pen and placed a “happy face” on the top. What a wonderful little gesture and farewell to traveling guests. It appeared to be somewhat of a unique design and I asked her if she was an artist.
She exclaimed “no” and then asked if we would indulge in her story. Obviously, there was something to my question of her artistry. We were also intrigued to hear a story on our journey and asked her to please go ahead. She said the last time something like that was said was when a woman customer told her, “if that’s a happy face, it is a good thing that you are a server and not an artist”. As humorous as that might be on the surface, our server says it really struck a chord with her.
In fact, she exclaimed to the woman; my four-year-old son used to make those happy faces. The woman being waited on then said “well yes it looks like something an adolescent would do”. The server then told her the sad story. He used to say that happy faces were made with numbers. He’d draw a large zero to start, add in 6’s for the eyes, zero’s for the pupils of the eyes, a 7 for the nose, a nine for the mouth and 11’s or two one’s on each side for the eye lashes. The server explained that she always likes to use this happy face to remember her four year old, because unfortunately he drowned when he was 12 years old. Apparently the woman then curtly, asked for her bill and left.
Did you have the kleenex handy?  The woman (server) went on to tell us more about this heart wrenching story. She said that her son loved to fish. He had wanted a new fishing rod prior to the day he drowned. When shopping for the fishing rod he asked his mother if he could find a book on “angels” because he had dreamed about angels the night before.
When she was leaving her son to stay a few more days, at her son’s request with grandma; the boy rang back out to the car hugged and kissed mom and said; “I just want you to know that I will always love you”. She said, “I know, see you Saturday” and he said “good-bye”. Tingle down the spine starts now…
She then went on to tell another story about the funeral. At the funeral, a woman kept waiting around until the end. At the end of the exhaustive funeral service this stranger approached “Mom” to tell her a story about her son – the day before drowning. In fact, her son had saved their daughter from drowning when their young daughter had ventured into the water to catch a toy that had blown into the water. The young boy had pulled the girl from the water and she was revived and was saved thanks to the heroic efforts of the 12 year old boy.
The next day the young boy, at age 12, was lost by drowing in the waters while fishing.
So. It is often said, to “judge not”. There is certainly almost always more to a story on the other side. Each person has something that they are dealing with that certainly strangers don’t know, and sometimes those even close to them do not even realize what might be on their mind.
Next time someone does a little act of kindness or a gesture, like a “happy face”, just receive it for what it is and be thankful. This world would be such a better place if we just all gave a little more kindness and goodness to each other each day. I’m sure glad I asked about whether the woman was an artist. Her story certainly left us with much to be thankful for in our lives, and deep sympathy for the family, loved ones and friends of that young boy so many years ago.
Thanks to this wonderful woman for her story. Again, we express deepest sympathies to her family and friends for their loss and thanks for the memory of her son, and his courageous act of saving a youngster from drowning, the day before he drowned himself. No doubt he is now with the angels he dreamed about.
May we all give and express our Thanks at this time of year.