“Good habits formed at youth make all the difference.” Aristotle
At 16 I bussed tables after school, and on Saturdays, at the Sears cafeteria. Then I was promoted or perhaps I’d just broken too many dishes in my clumsiness on the floor and my boss thought I’d be less dangerous in another area. I was assigned to the steam table serving alongside a woman who was likely older than my mother. Eager, friendly and generous with advice and support, Helen reminded me of my mom and my long-dead grandmother. I would have done anything for her.
One Saturday, I forgot to order the mixed vegetables from the kitchen and we ran out on our steam table. The line up grew. I had never seen Helen get angry before. She reduced me to tears and the kind of shame only someone who truly cares about you can instil. I’m still embarrassed thinking about that day.