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Sunday, February 6, 2011

mortar: a new segment

The great thing about being a waitress is that you don't ever have to take any of the stress from the office home with you.  People who make you angry and who make you swallow your pride and continue serving them with a smile, or make you take back food that isn't perfect and run into a conflict with a chef are just tickets that you have to ring up at the end of the night.

They are just receipts that you have to balance out and make sure add up.  Suddenly the man who is upset because his burger took 15 minutes to cook is just a little piece of easily disposable paper that you have to turn into the front office. 

Then you're off, you don't have to think about him ever again.  Thank heavens!

But sometimes people that you meet along the way are more than just receipts.  Which brings me to my new *segment (I like to think of this blog as my own built-in-do-it-yourself talk show, so yeah, we'll call it a segment) called: MORTAR (MORe Than A Receipt) where I reflect on the good guests - anonymous of course - who I come across in my evenings waitressing. 

And it's perfect, because a mortar is something you create food in.  So it's all good.

Well, today's mortar of late is a woman who was visiting the inn with her husband and son from Rochester, New York.  She was in town for a conference we were holding at the inn called the "Throne Zone." 

Don't ask me how we started talking about the Lord, but we did.  These things just tend to happen.  She said she was a "truth-seeker."

"The truth is like a little nugget of gold," she said.  "And you have to pan through a lot of dirt before you can find it."

She was so right.  Sometimes I feel as though my vision is so clouded by lies.  They greatly outnumber what the truth is.  And you have to shift through a lot of garbage, lies from the world, from the media - even from that little voice inside you own mind - in order to find it.

But when  you find it, it's so valuable.

It's like the show Gold Rush that my friend and I like to watch together.  These guys will stop at nothing, even severe illness, to find the tiniest little specks of gold. 

We need to be that vigilant in our own search for the truth.

All this realization from serving a beef brisket to a woman from Rochester.

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