Today I was blown away by the generosity of my waitress. Stop right here and look at the note she wrote me in the picture above. Let me introduce Nicole. She has been waitressing at Cracker Barrel for years. I met her at the Romeoville location, and as we moved up more north, she transferred to the Naperville store.
Early this morning, I took my oldest son Nathan for the last time in a long while, for a daddy-nate breakfast. Nicole has been on our email list for years, and has followed what we are doing in Africa. While she was serving us, we discovered that she had a fire at her home, and it burnt to the ground 9 weeks ago. No one was hurt, but she lost everything. Nicole is a single mom. She has an adorable little girl. I got up to go pay the bill, and she handed Nathan the above note, and told him "don't show your dad this till he is far away from Cracker Barrel." As I was driving away, Nathan handed me this note, folded up, and inside it was a $100 bill. "WHAT IN THE WORLD!", I said. I tried to turn around, but Nathan said "Dad, she would be hurt if you tried to give it back to her." I was choking back tears. How could this be? How could she sacrifice so much money?
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