It happened this past week. It was our anniversary so I decided, last minute, no scrambled egg with toast tonight. Since it was early, no problem getting a table for one. Nearby, three chatted away. An older woman, probably younger than I, kept catching my eye. After awhile, she walked over and said, “Excuse me, please feel free to tell me to go away, but I feel I need to say something to you.”
Well, my mind went wild, considering endless possibilities of wrongdoing? did I kneel when I prayed? dribble something, somewhere? use the wrong utensil?
She calmed my fears with, “I hope I’m not being rude but I admire you. I can’t go out and eat alone. It’s too hard and you seem to be doing just fine. You’re brave.”
Turns out she, Felicity, was from Michigan, (Friendly midwesterners, I love and miss you!). I thanked her for coming over, then told her it would’ve been our 54th anniversary and I decided, last minute, to come to Duckworth’s, a favorite place for Jud and me. Felicity went on to say her husband died two years ago and she still couldn’t go out alone. We hugged, then settled down at our respective places to finish our meals.
As I left, all three wished me a Happy Anniversary. And it was, all things considered. I left satisfied by a good meal, a sweet memory of times Jud and I celebrated a significant date at Duckworth’s and gratitude for a risk taker who God tapped to remind me, as Christopher Robin did to Pooh, “You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”
So are you, Felicity.
and all who wonder.
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