It gets your attention.
You know how when you're busy running the kids from place to place, going to work, cooking, unpacking (yes, between mammogram and diagnosis - we've bought a house - nothing like a little excitement to keep you up at night), shopping, etc. well, sometimes you just don't get the time to deal with emotions... and then you're alone, your husband and kids are out of town and you are by yourself for the first time in what seems ages, and when you park your car outside of the lines at the Bar-B-Q place, you get so frustrated that you just pull off and go to Burger King instead. So there you are, in line at Burger King... searching through the contact list in your cell phone for someone to call... anyone. But you don't want them to worry over nothing - so you can only tell a few, very special friends - but they all live 500 miles away - and you really just want someone to talk to - face to face - and no one is there... and it sneaks up on you - all of the emotions of the past few weeks - BAM - while you're waiting for the guy in front of you to finish ordering his Whopper his way, you realize just how alone you are.
You order food - because you know you need to eat - not because you want it. And while you're eating, you're crying.... eating, crying... crying and eating... and when it's time to go - the angels come.
Without going into too many of the details, two dear women came to my rescue that day, one from the table in front of me & one from the table in the middle of the restaurant. They didn't know me, but the saw someone who needed someone to talk to and they were brave enough, and generous enough to leave their families for just a few minutes and show that they cared, about me, about someone they didn't know anything about, just someone who needed a friend - and found two. After I told them about everything I was going through we prayed, and exchanged phone numbers, and I felt less alone ...
p.s. Later, I discovered that the first woman doesn't usually go to Burger King, but because she was doing something special for some of her children, she went there that day. And the other woman, was trying to go the McD's because that's where her son wanted to eat, but she kept missing the entrances, so she ended up at BK instead. So of the three of us, being at Burger King was either not part of our normal routine, or not our intention when went to get something to eat that afternoon.
You know how when you're busy running the kids from place to place, going to work, cooking, unpacking (yes, between mammogram and diagnosis - we've bought a house - nothing like a little excitement to keep you up at night), shopping, etc. well, sometimes you just don't get the time to deal with emotions... and then you're alone, your husband and kids are out of town and you are by yourself for the first time in what seems ages, and when you park your car outside of the lines at the Bar-B-Q place, you get so frustrated that you just pull off and go to Burger King instead. So there you are, in line at Burger King... searching through the contact list in your cell phone for someone to call... anyone. But you don't want them to worry over nothing - so you can only tell a few, very special friends - but they all live 500 miles away - and you really just want someone to talk to - face to face - and no one is there... and it sneaks up on you - all of the emotions of the past few weeks - BAM - while you're waiting for the guy in front of you to finish ordering his Whopper his way, you realize just how alone you are.
You order food - because you know you need to eat - not because you want it. And while you're eating, you're crying.... eating, crying... crying and eating... and when it's time to go - the angels come.
Without going into too many of the details, two dear women came to my rescue that day, one from the table in front of me & one from the table in the middle of the restaurant. They didn't know me, but the saw someone who needed someone to talk to and they were brave enough, and generous enough to leave their families for just a few minutes and show that they cared, about me, about someone they didn't know anything about, just someone who needed a friend - and found two. After I told them about everything I was going through we prayed, and exchanged phone numbers, and I felt less alone ...
p.s. Later, I discovered that the first woman doesn't usually go to Burger King, but because she was doing something special for some of her children, she went there that day. And the other woman, was trying to go the McD's because that's where her son wanted to eat, but she kept missing the entrances, so she ended up at BK instead. So of the three of us, being at Burger King was either not part of our normal routine, or not our intention when went to get something to eat that afternoon.
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