The Parable of the Breakfast Lady
She was there in the hotel breakfast dining area Friday morning when we arrived off the bus in Parsippany, New Jersey—all 80 + of us right into her space. We lined up for food and bustled about as teens do getting tables, darting for drinks, and finding table service. We stressed her out and her body language looked annoyed. She even told other customers how rude the band kids were (no, we were tired and had traveled 15 hours). I asked her for grapes for my son who was not feeling well and in her robust thick Jersey accent, she yelled, "Walk and talk, walk and talk!!!" and made me follow her to the kitchen to get them. No one liked her, people thought she was rude, and she made us a tad uneasy. Saturday, I didn't get to go on the day's activities because Austin was sick and stayed in bed. I went to breakfast without him and saw her and decided to put in a plug for our kids. I thanked her for putting up with a big group the day before and then told her how awesome the band kids are and musically gifted. She softened...basically, it's called kill 'em with kindness. We chatted for another minute and parted ways. Sunday, when Austin was clearly in need of medical attention, I decided I would drive him home to Decatur in a rental car and take him right to my hospital for what I thought was dehydration and a recurring sinus infection. I insisted that the manager find me a rental car place as I wept about my son being so sick and needing to go back to Illinois. Enter Breakfast Lady on the scene, overhearing my commands. She got in my face with her Jersey accent and demanded I take him to the local hospital NOW and that she'd be driving me there herself. The manager then told me all local rental car places were closed on Sundays. Breakfast Lady got her keys out and said, "Let's go. Get your son." The parable? Breakfast Lady saved his life. Time was of the essence and she spared me from wasted critical time I would have burned on the drive home. He got early treatment and good outcomes (at least I think so to date). Who are the breakfast ladies you need to kill with kindness, with the chance they may help you someday?
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She was there in the hotel breakfast dining area Friday morning when we arrived off the bus in Parsippany, New Jersey—all 80 + of us right into her space. We lined up for food and bustled about as teens do getting tables, darting for drinks, and finding table service. We stressed her out and her body language looked annoyed. She even told other customers how rude the band kids were (no, we were tired and had traveled 15 hours). I asked her for grapes for my son who was not feeling well and in her robust thick Jersey accent, she yelled, "Walk and talk, walk and talk!!!" and made me follow her to the kitchen to get them. No one liked her, people thought she was rude, and she made us a tad uneasy. Saturday, I didn't get to go on the day's activities because Austin was sick and stayed in bed. I went to breakfast without him and saw her and decided to put in a plug for our kids. I thanked her for putting up with a big group the day before and then told her how awesome the band kids are and musically gifted. She softened...basically, it's called kill 'em with kindness. We chatted for another minute and parted ways. Sunday, when Austin was clearly in need of medical attention, I decided I would drive him home to Decatur in a rental car and take him right to my hospital for what I thought was dehydration and a recurring sinus infection. I insisted that the manager find me a rental car place as I wept about my son being so sick and needing to go back to Illinois. Enter Breakfast Lady on the scene, overhearing my commands. She got in my face with her Jersey accent and demanded I take him to the local hospital NOW and that she'd be driving me there herself. The manager then told me all local rental car places were closed on Sundays. Breakfast Lady got her keys out and said, "Let's go. Get your son." The parable? Breakfast Lady saved his life. Time was of the essence and she spared me from wasted critical time I would have burned on the drive home. He got early treatment and good outcomes (at least I think so to date). Who are the breakfast ladies you need to kill with kindness, with the chance they may help you someday?
The Breakfast Lady
The Parable of the Breakfast Lady
She was there in the hotel breakfast dining area Friday morning when we arrived off the bus in Parsippany, New Jersey—all 80 + of us right into her space. We lined up for food and bustled about as teens do getting tables, darting for drinks, and finding table service. We stressed her out and her body language looked annoyed. She even told other customers how rude the band kids were (no, we were tired and had traveled 15 hours). I asked her for grapes for my son who was not feeling well and in her robust thick Jersey accent, she yelled, "Walk and talk, walk and talk!!!" and made me follow her to the kitchen to get them. No one liked her, people thought she was rude, and she made us a tad uneasy. Saturday, I didn't get to go on the day's activities because Austin was sick and stayed in bed. I went to breakfast without him and saw her and decided to put in a plug for our kids. I thanked her for putting up with a big group the day before and then told her how awesome the band kids are and musically gifted. She softened...basically, it's called kill 'em with kindness. We chatted for another minute and parted ways. Sunday, when Austin was clearly in need of medical attention, I decided I would drive him home to Decatur in a rental car and take him right to my hospital for what I thought was dehydration and a recurring sinus infection. I insisted that the manager find me a rental car place as I wept about my son being so sick and needing to go back to Illinois. Enter Breakfast Lady on the scene, overhearing my commands. She got in my face with her Jersey accent and demanded I take him to the local hospital NOW and that she'd be driving me there herself. The manager then told me all local rental car places were closed on Sundays. Breakfast Lady got her keys out and said, "Let's go. Get your son." The parable? Breakfast Lady saved his life. Time was of the essence and she spared me from wasted critical time I would have burned on the drive home. He got early treatment and good outcomes (at least I think so to date). Who are the breakfast ladies you need to kill with kindness, with the chance they may help you someday?
She was there in the hotel breakfast dining area Friday morning when we arrived off the bus in Parsippany, New Jersey—all 80 + of us right into her space. We lined up for food and bustled about as teens do getting tables, darting for drinks, and finding table service. We stressed her out and her body language looked annoyed. She even told other customers how rude the band kids were (no, we were tired and had traveled 15 hours). I asked her for grapes for my son who was not feeling well and in her robust thick Jersey accent, she yelled, "Walk and talk, walk and talk!!!" and made me follow her to the kitchen to get them. No one liked her, people thought she was rude, and she made us a tad uneasy. Saturday, I didn't get to go on the day's activities because Austin was sick and stayed in bed. I went to breakfast without him and saw her and decided to put in a plug for our kids. I thanked her for putting up with a big group the day before and then told her how awesome the band kids are and musically gifted. She softened...basically, it's called kill 'em with kindness. We chatted for another minute and parted ways. Sunday, when Austin was clearly in need of medical attention, I decided I would drive him home to Decatur in a rental car and take him right to my hospital for what I thought was dehydration and a recurring sinus infection. I insisted that the manager find me a rental car place as I wept about my son being so sick and needing to go back to Illinois. Enter Breakfast Lady on the scene, overhearing my commands. She got in my face with her Jersey accent and demanded I take him to the local hospital NOW and that she'd be driving me there herself. The manager then told me all local rental car places were closed on Sundays. Breakfast Lady got her keys out and said, "Let's go. Get your son." The parable? Breakfast Lady saved his life. Time was of the essence and she spared me from wasted critical time I would have burned on the drive home. He got early treatment and good outcomes (at least I think so to date). Who are the breakfast ladies you need to kill with kindness, with the chance they may help you someday?
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| BN ID: | 2940161978085 |
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| Publisher: | Xulon Press |
| Publication date: | 10/24/2018 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 4 MB |
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