I've been wanting to post for a while about families with handicapped children.
On Father's Day, I had an enormous table of 16 all to myself. At first, I was a little overwhelmed, but they were absolutely wonderful to work with. Not only did my table have 3 birthdays, they also had a fiftieth wedding anniversary. And, to top it off, they had at least 4 mentally handicapped members. At least. This family had adopted in several handicapped members and the way they treated one another brought me to tears multiple occasions during the meal.
The same happened this past Sunday. Grandparents with their down syndrome granddaughter. They treated her like treasure. When they left, I saw the grandfather pull her into a hug and kiss her on the forehead.
I've seen all degrees of good and evil while working at this job, but it's people like them that drill into me that God is alive and well and at work.
It is on that note that I announce my resignation from my waitressing job. It was a difficult decision to make. I really love my job, my coworkers, my managers, and how much fun serving can be, but, even though hundreds of thousands of people have done it before me, I find that I cannot withstand the physical demand on my body, my heart, and my spiritual life.
It's time for me to realign my sleeping and eating habits with what could be considered something even close to normal as well as spend time in church and with my family.
If there were a perfect final shift, though, I had it. The Lord blessed me through every hour of it, and I left feeling loved and loving all of them.
On to the next adventure. Whatever that may be.
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