A few years ago, I was alone on Christmas Eve for the first time. I was newly divorced and it was my son's weekend with his Dad. My daughters, both in their early 20's, were spending time with friends. I had just changed churches and didn't really know anyone there very well yet, and most of my friends were married and spending time with their families.
I had ordered a Chick-fil-A Nuggets Tray for the next day so, despite how down I was feeling, I had to go to Truett's Grill to pick it up before the store closed that evening. When I arrived, the Chick-fil-A associate greeted me with a smile and asked how she could help. As hard as I tried to mask my pain, I could feel the tears begin to well up in my eyes. As she took my name to locate the order, she sensed my mood and asked if I was okay. At that point I could no longer contain the tears. I felt so embarrassed at my public display of emotion, but the associate took my hand and reassured me that everything was going to be okay. I left the Restaurant feeling reassured and comforted.
Since then, I have asked my daughters to join me for Christmas Eve dinner each year; we all enjoy this new tradition. And, each time I visit Truett's Grill, I think of the kindness that associate showed me that night and have always wished that I would have taken down her name in order to give her the "Thank You" she deserves. My prayer is that she will read this post and know what a blessing she was to me. I would like to say thank you for going above and beyond to help me through that "Blue Christmas" eve.