She was mesmerized by the elegantly dressed patrons inside the restaurant as she stood outside admiring the sparkling lights. It was a cool evening, and the sight evoked a rush of recollections.
Her pulse thumping a little in her chest, she walked into the posh institution with slow, measured steps. After glancing at her, the door guard tried to block her path, ma'am, may I help you with anything?
He inquired, his voice pleasant but strong. The elderly woman paused and gave the guard a soft smile. Her voice was calm but quiet as she started, I know this is an expensive restaurant, and you must have guessed that I am not rich enough to afford it.
She hesitated, gazing past the guard as if lost in recollections, my husband and I used to come here, a long time ago. Slowly, she approached a vacant table in the corner, she reminded herself that this had been their favorite area. The modest table in the corner, where they had shared many meals and memories, suddenly seemed like a good place to eat alone.
It had been six hard years since her husband passed away, leaving her to navigate life on her own, every day after his passing has been a challenge. Despite her rising bills, she had managed to save some money over the years. Today, she determined to spend it in a way that would bring her closer to the pleasant days she had previously experienced with her beloved.
The other customers quickly noticed the odd-looking customer who had entered the eatery. Her modest clothing, slightly untidy hair, and worn shoes were in stark contrast to the affluent setting. She turned to face the young man, eyes moist with appreciation, thank you, she said softly, her voice strangled with emotion. As she began to eat, the flavors evoked thoughts of happy times, she savored every bite, enjoying the occasion, it had been years since she had tasted anything this tasty.
When she finished, she thanked the young man personally, leaving the server a $50 gratuity she had saved. The server then delivered the bill to the young man, pardon me, sir, but may I ask you something?
He said, the man nodded, you didn't seem to know the lady who just left, why did you do that for her? The young man sighed.
I was raised by my grandmother.
She worked two jobs to support me and did everything she
could to ensure I had a wonderful life.
I promised myself that one day I'd have enough money to
treat her well and grant all her wishes.
She passed away before I even started my first job.
Today, I have the money I always wanted, but I lost her, he
took a moment to reflect.
The lady reminded me of my granny.
What's the use of money if you don't help others realize
their innocent dreams?
The server listened silently, captivated.
The neighboring diners, who had laughed at the elderly
woman, now bent their heads in shame, realizing they had been quick to judge
and slow to help.
The young man's gesture served as a reminder that helping others is an essential aspect of being human.
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