"when a pie is baked ..."
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A sweet story about how caring for others enriches our lives.TRANSCRIPT
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When A Pie is Baked …
Story by T. KatzSlideshow by Janet HindeMusic by Gregory Hinde
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It had been a particularly grueling day.
And the last place I wanted to be was at work serving
others.
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But not bringing home a paycheck wasn’t going
to help either.
So, wearing shoes and a plastered on smile that
were equally worn out …
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I tried desperately to be cheerful to the cop who’d
worked all night.
The giggling teenagers were happier than my heart
could handle.
I started to work my way around the restaurant tables
It was all I could do to be pleasant to the woman with the
crying baby;
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Table after table
I struggled to stand tall despite the weight on my shoulders
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By the time I’d reached the man in
the rumpled clothing I just wanted to
cry.Still I smiled, filled his coffee cup and took his
order – A single slice of pie.
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With all the worry on my head, a problem customer was the
last thing I needed.
Later when I refilled his coffee cup I noticed the tip of the pie
remained.
Setting the plate in front of him I watched as he cut away
the tip of the pastry.
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Today that person is you.”
He motioned me closer and looked
side to side before sharing his secret.
In an accent I didn’t recognize,
he whispered …
“When a pie is baked, all of the sweetness
falls to the center and I slice the corner away. Then I make a wish for
someone who needs it most.
“Mister, was there something wrong with that pie that you
didn’t eat that piece?”
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And from that day forward I made a vow to leave my worries at the door, making an effort to see and care for those before me.
This stranger from a strange land had given me the gift of being seen and cared for.
Choosing to take the sweetness in life to make a wish for those who need it most.
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The End