WaitressSo I’m eight months pregnant, and wait tables every Friday night at a Santa Monica, California,
restaurant. Since I started showing, my customers have asked nice questions
about my pregnancy. I recently decided to take maternity leave because waiting
tables is taking its toll on my pregnant body. My last night, I worked a
private party for 150 people. I passed small appetizer trays around and got
drink orders. One particular group asked about my obviously pregnant belly; I
told them it was my last night working.

Two hours later, after dinner, one guy from that group said they needed
my attention. I thought maybe they spilled a drink or needed more cocktails.
Instead he led me to the stage, next to a fellow holding our microphone. I was
really confused and started to creep away to the side where the other servers
and restaurant managers were standing. Another lady on the stage wouldn’t let
me leave! The microphone holder said, “Welcome, thank you for coming to
this special night for Safeco. We had a great year this year…” I was
more confused to be up there with them — I’m not part of their company! He
continued, “May I introduce Karen So, she’s eight months pregnant and
working her last night. Her baby girl due in March will be named ‘Soleil’–
that’s ‘sun’ in French. We took the liberty of asking you all to make a small
donation for her. We present to you, Karen, a gift from all of us.” He
gave me an envelope with a thick wad of cash in it! I was so shocked, I started

He continued, “We collected a little over $300 for you and wrote
you a poem titled ‘Karen So, Best Wishes for Your Impending Arrival’: A
boisterous, jovial crew we are, Of giddy, playful adventurers. Who have
traversed distances afar, To sample pleasures of inn and bar. To chance upon
fair Karen So, Soon to embark upon Motherhood. To wish her well our glasses
raise, And herald the arrival of young Soleil!”

Tears couldn’t stop streaming down my eyes! I asked the lady where they
were from. She replied, “Mostly from Seattle,
also Denver and
other places, for a convention.” The guy on the microphone joked, “A
note to management, this is a gift to Karen, not the tip.” I was so
elated; I couldn’t believe a group of complete strangers could have such a
heart for me, their waitress! I couldn’t stop saying “Thank You!” As
people left they came up to me, congratulated me and I hugged and thanked them.
A manager told me they asked for the envelope about half an hour after the
banquet started. No matter how bad the world seems to be doing, amongst all the
chaos are people out there with amazing hearts. The world that I’m bringing
Soleil into isn’t a bad world, but a world that already loved her before she
was even born.

by Karen

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