Yesterday I took a break from packing and then visited a nearby restaurant for the first time. A waitress in her 30’s came and took my meal order to go and kindly offered to bring me something to drink while I waited.
After a while, she returned and began a friendly conversation. I learned that she was from Tennessee, which explained her accent. She added that her husband and children were still there while she was staying with her father in Colorado who was ill and challenged with cancer.
I could tell that she deeply missed her family in Tennessee.
“I’m glad I’m sharing the holidays with my father, and that he is not alone now. We are very close.”
We talked more about her father’s health issues and how she flies back home for a quick visit whenever she can.
“I could never leave my father alone for long while he goes through his illness. My father does not have family or friends or anyone in Colorado to take care of him, and even if I could afford to pay someone, I would never do that. He is family, and I need to do what is right by being here no matter how long.”
She became busy with other customers and then returned with my meal telling me that she added an extra amount of salad for me.
I looked deeply in her eyes with compassion and connecting with her essence, and I asked her a question.
“Do you believe in Christmas magic?”
“I do believe in Christmas magic,” she said without hesitation.
“I believe you have some Christmas magic coming to you.”
“Yes, you have earned it.”
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Kate. It is nice to meet you.”
With a parting glance over my shoulder, we smiled with our connection and nodded in spiritual understanding.
Given what I know about sharing Christmas magic, I knew that this was one Christmas she would remember for many years.
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