The Gift of Fear

Kris and I watched one of my Oprah's from last week that I tivoed. (The Show) This one that we watched was about the book, Gift of Fear. I can't blog about the entire show, but I think I'm putting the book on my must read list. So, we went to out to dinner that night still discussing the stories that were on the show. When I go to this restaurant, I always watch the waiters fixing the meals behind the glass. I don't know why, but I end up always looking over there. This night was weird though. We were talking about the Oprah show and about intuition.

I had my gaze fixed on this one man. He was helping out in the kitchen. Then he came out and removed the picture from this frame which exposed a light panel. He adjusted the lights in the restaurant to dinner lighting. He smiled and waved to everyone. He walked around asking everyone about their meals. He was the manager of the place. He didn't come to our table, but for some reason I was fixated on his movements. Couldn't tell you why, but I just was for some reason. We finished our meal, paid the bill, and went on our way.

The next morning, Kris awoke me and said, "The manager at O'Charley's has been shot late last night when they were closing." I was in shock. He was the man that my gaze was fixated on just a few hours ago. No words can explain my thoughts on Sunday morning. I pray for his family and friends. He seemed like a really nice and happy guy, even if I had only seen a glimpse of his shortened life. (The Story)