We were out celebrating a friend’s birthday at a little tavern in town.  The waitress I had been used to seeing was no longer there, and I asked the owner Chris what had happened.  “Oh well, you know, she just up and left.  Took the kids and went out west.  Family problems.”  And so, we were served by Amanda, an odd sort of girl who apparently was in for just her second night.  I could see Chris watching her closely whenever he had the chance.  She was painfully conscious of it too.  Very thin she was, almost emaciated.  Tattooed here and there, with obvious sores on her arms and face.
In guilty hindsight, my first thought was Chris, why would you hire her?  She’s in pretty rough shape.  I saw that she was desperately trying to keep up on this busy night, and it so happened that one of the other waitresses had called in sick, adding to the confusion.  She came to our table, penciling down the dinner orders from our party, and getting a little flustered by some of the guests who either couldn’t make up their minds or kept changing them.  When she came to my wife and I, I just said “two meat loaf, please, and we’re good for drinks.”  She made brief eye contact with me, and gave the slightest smile.

In a face that was not used to a smile.  I knew her eyes.  She was, or had been, a user.  The furtive glances.  The jerky movements.  Tough as nails underneath. I know this assumes a lot, but, as the evening wore on, she gave me a brief searching look more than once, as if something had passed between us.  I have known two people in my life who went down that frightening rabbit hole of hard drug use.  One is dead, and the other in custody.  It is something that you feel utterly helpless to deal with, no matter your compassion.
As we got ready to take our leave, Chris came to me and asked “What do you think of Amanda?”  She’ll work out, Chris.  Give her a chance, eh?  She’s trying.


  1. This is an amazing story I really admire your perspective and your verdict at the end, as well as your compassion ๐Ÿ’—

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    1. Lee Dunn says:

      I’m humbled, Laina. Thank you. And not many people go back and read my earlier posts. Thank you for that too.

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      1. You’re very welcome! I love reading previous posts; they have just as much to say as more recent ones ๐Ÿ˜ I agree with you – I’m humbled and heartwarmed when people read my prior posts ๐Ÿ’— I really enjoy your whole blog! ๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒˆ

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  2. gizzylaw says:

    Seeing into someone’s soul is a gift and a curse. I have known many who went down that road. Sort of an occupational hazard. Some made it to a new life. It took hard work and understanding people. Like you.

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  3. Good on him for giving her a chance. Sometimes a chance is all someone needs to turn their life around. Hope it works out for her.

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