"when a pie is baked ..."
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When A Pie is Baked …
Story by T. KatzSlideshow by Janet HindeMusic by Gregory Hinde
It had been a particularly grueling day.
And the last place I wanted to be was at work serving
others.
But not bringing home a paycheck wasn’t going
to help either.
So, wearing shoes and a plastered on smile that
were equally worn out …
I tried desperately to be cheerful to the cop who’d
worked all night.
The giggling teenagers were happier than my heart
could handle.
I started to work my way around the restaurant tables
It was all I could do to be pleasant to the woman with the
crying baby;
Table after table
I struggled to stand tall despite the weight on my shoulders
By the time I’d reached the man in
the rumpled clothing I just wanted to
cry.Still I smiled, filled his coffee cup and took his
order – A single slice of pie.
With all the worry on my head, a problem customer was the
last thing I needed.
Later when I refilled his coffee cup I noticed the tip of the pie
remained.
Setting the plate in front of him I watched as he cut away
the tip of the pastry.
Today that person is you.”
He motioned me closer and looked
side to side before sharing his secret.
In an accent I didn’t recognize,
he whispered …
“When a pie is baked, all of the sweetness
falls to the center and I slice the corner away. Then I make a wish for
someone who needs it most.
“Mister, was there something wrong with that pie that you
didn’t eat that piece?”
And from that day forward I made a vow to leave my worries at the door, making an effort to see and care for those before me.
This stranger from a strange land had given me the gift of being seen and cared for.
Choosing to take the sweetness in life to make a wish for those who need it most.
The End
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