I was at Ruby Tuesday’s having lunch with my son.
Nearby, at another table was an elderly couple. The man was a World War II vet, as was clearly evident by the outfit that he was wearing (it looked as if they had come from the local lodge or some similar place). Clearly, they had been together for many lifetimes, still enjoyed one another, and appeared to be very much in love. I watched them for a long time.
I approached their server and asked her to put their check on my bill. She asked me why; I told her it didn’t matter why and asked her to do it, please. She did.
As the couple was leaving, they approached my table and asked why I had picked up their check. I told the man I just wanted to do something nice for them to thank him for his time in the service and for fighting for our country. A small thing to let him know that I appreciate his commitment to our freedom. He saw my cane and asked if I was in the service. No, I said and Nikko and I explained to them my situation, as they sat with us and had coffee. During my story, the woman began to cry. Her husband leaned over and kissed her tears (an old man, so sweet!). I said to them that that was the kind of love I’d like to find one day… someone who will spend a lifetime kissing away my tears. No, he said, this is my bride of just three weeks. We found each other late and are trying to make up for lost time.
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