Sunday brunch

There we were, a group of young women all out together for a Sunday brunch. It had been quite the weekend. We had all gotten together from various places to go dancing, sit on patios and have a general good time. But the weekend was in its golden hour and we were all sitting outside in the sunshine, having a mamosa and ordering our meals. At the time I was just totally in the moment, we were laughing and reliving parts of the previous evening. I remember feeling quite at ease amongst my friends as we chattered on, eating and drawing out the afternoon. It wasn’t untill later on when our server came over to our table and told us that all of our meals had been paid for. This was so unexpected, there were 6 or so of us and it wasn’t the cheapest place in town. We asked who had paid! She told us it had been an older gentleman, she said he had asked her to wait untill he had left to tell us what he did. He told her that he had been watching us and was given hope for the future generations. That’s why he paid. That was over ten years ago now, I’ll never forget it, his act of kindness. It touched me knowing we could all inspire each other just by living, and laughing.