it brought a tear to me eye and so I am sending it to you to look at
as I think it is also a great lesson for Hypnotists (as I’ll explain at the
The Folded Napkin … A Truckers Story
I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring
handicapped employee and wasn’t sure I wanted one.
I wasn’t sure how my customers would react to Stevie. He was
thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome.
I wasn’t worried about most of my trucker customers because
the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.
The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the
every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with.
I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so
I closely watched him for the first few weeks.
I shouldn’t have worried. After the first week, Stevie had
truck stop mascot.
After that, I really didn’t care what the rest of the
fierce in his attention to his duties.
Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place,
got done with the table.
Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a
empty.
Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus
table up with a practiced flourish of his rag.
If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker
please each and every person he met.
Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow
who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer.
They lived on their Social Security benefits in public
housing two miles from the truck stop.
Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so
sent to a group home.
That’s why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning
missed work.
He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve
or something put in his heart.
His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome
in a few months.
A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that
when she heard the good news.
Bell Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared
doing a victory shimmy beside his table.
Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Belle Ringer
a withering look.
He grinned. “OK, Frannie, what was that all about?”
he asked.
“We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and
going to be okay.”
“I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him.
What was the surgery about?”
Frannie quickly told Bell Ringer and the other two drivers
bills. From what I hear, they’re barely getting by as it is.”
Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off
to wait on the rest of her tables.
Since I hadn’t had time to round up a busboy to replace
do.
After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office.
look on her face.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“I didn’t get that table where Bell Ringer and his friends
coffee cup.”
She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto
letters, was printed “Something For Stevie.
Pony Pete asked me what that was all about,” she said, “so
up giving me this.”
She handed me another paper napkin that had “Something
tucked within its folds.
Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head
and said simply: “truckers.”
That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first
day Stevie is supposed to be back to work.
His placement worker said he’s been counting the days until
that it was a holiday.
He called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he
job was in jeopardy.
I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met
his day back.
Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn’t stop grinning as
where his apron and busing cart were waiting.
“Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,” I said. I took him and
is on me!”
I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the
behind as we marched through the dining room.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of
in front of the big table.
Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner
paper napkins.
“First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,”
I said. I tried to sound stern.
Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled
printed on the outside.
As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.
Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking
scrawled on it. I turned to his mother.
“There’s more than $10,000 in cash and checks on table, all
problems. “Happy Thanksgiving,”
Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody
hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.
But you know what’s funny? While everybody else was busy
dishes from the table.
Best worker I ever hired.
Plant a seed and watch it grow. At this point, you can bury
this inspirational message or forward it fulfilling the need!
If you shed a tear, hug yourself, because you are a
compassionate person.
HYPNOTIST’S CAN LEARN TON’S OF STUFF FROM THIS STORY….
*Its Captures the Attention and Imagination of the Reader
*It Draws you in emotionally and makes you focus on what
*By the end of it you almost feel as though you are there
*It makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside…
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