To the woman and child who sat at table 9

To the woman and child who sat at table 9











I did not do any of that.



You asked me a question that I did not answer.





You also taught me a valuable lesson…


Tony Posnanski

Source: Suspended Coffees

 Kindness cartoon

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  1. I remember a parallel story about passengers on a subway car who were getting annoyed because there were two small boys being rather noisy, running up and own, and generally being disruptive while their (apparent) father ignored them. One person eventually approached the father and told him to keep his boys under control and they clearly lacked self discipline. The father was very apologetic and explained that his wife, their mother, had just died in hospital and he was trying to workout how to tell the boys when they got home. He then apologized again. Soon the other passengers in the subway car went very quiet.

    It always comes down to never pre-judging / never assuming doesn’t it!

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  2. Thanks for giving me something to think about the next time i get irritable at children being annoying at a restaurant. There are probably mothers who just need a night out regardless of how unruly their children might be. Some restaurants seat families in the same area as other families with children but I’m sure it isn’t easy. Yours is a thankless task, I’m glad for this warm fuzzy for you. You showed remarkable restraint in not going back to the complainer offering explanations. Kudos!👏

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  3. Wow! This story pulled at the strings of my heart. I love the choice of words to convey a mundane matter, which was handled wonderfully. Some memories are eternally etched in our minds, this is one of them. Thank you for sharing it.

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  4. Reblogged this on Unmeasured Journeys and commented:

    Have you ever read something and just wanted to share it with everybody?

    Several weeks ago I stumbled across a story that I knew I wanted to share when the time was right. Today feels like the day.

    I can’t even begin to wrap words around all the reasons why I absolutely love it, but the one that struck me the most, will probably be the one that would be the least noticed.

    Being a miracle momma myself, I tend to be drawn to stories similar to this one, where some kind individual sort of straps on the sun’s rays and blares sunlight into what could otherwise be some moments where heartache gets tucked into pockets and tears get stained on cheeks in those moments when no one is looking.

    Autism or not, me and my Lunch Counter mommas can relate to her experience that night in the restaurant. Even if ours occurred under different circumstances, say the grocery store or perhaps the mall, we get it. We may not wear the same shoe size, but we can still fit right into those shoes.

    What truly struck me about this story is something that until five years ago I wouldn’t have paid much attention to.

    But, here it is: He’s a manager.

    Why would I notice? Well, my husband has been a manager for the past five years. When he accepted the position, I had no idea what the job would entail.

    While there are a lot of positives, I certainly didn’t understand the commitment, the long hours, the time he’d have to be away from us, the pressure of trying to be everything under one simple title, all the days when the complaints seemed to outnumber the compliments.

    When I got down to the where the author mentioned being a father and a husband and wanting to spend more time with his children, my heart ached ever so slightly because I knew that my husband could relate.

    And, that even though he’d never even read this story, he would be able to slip right into those shoes.

    I hope you like it too.


  5. What a beautiful story Tony and such a valuable lesson for all of us. Emotional, raw, honest, such kindness in a world that desperately needs it. Love this so much. Thank you for sharing with us.


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