There have been five days since the incident itself and my first sitting down here to write about it. Five days to spend processing what happened to me, and more importantly, what it continues to mean to me, and what it can mean for others.
Here’s what happened
One evening, I was working late in the ‘back room’ of my office suite, having seen my last client and sitting with the ever-present paperwork that’s a necessity part of my work. Then realizing I hadn’t eaten since mid-day I decided to go across the street to a bakery-restaurant that graces my professional neighborhood. It’s an up-scale and friendly place - where sometimes I can’t pronounce what’s on the menu, but it’s always satisfying to the palate. The soup of the day was a (very) Spicy Indian tomato, to be followed by a sweet dessert and a cappuccino.
The room was only about a third occupied, it being later in the evening. Ahead of me and to my left was a table which looked to be a family of four, two parents and two young adult children. There was no specific interaction between myself and them. In time they finished and left. A short time later, my waitress came to me and said “Your meal has been paid for” - pointing out the empty table I’ve just mentioned.