A heartfelt conversation among three people a few days ago at a fast-food restaurant ended up on the receiving end of a hostile sound-off that surprised me and caught me off guard.
An irate man came over to our party and angrily stated, "You shouldn't be talking about cauterized nose-bleeds while people are eating" to the gentleman who had been speaking. Then he stormed out,
What a shame. If he had overheard that particular part of the conversation, then he must have heard also that the man was speaking of his wife with Stage 3 cancer.
A few things have since crossed my mind about this episode; mostly, that a little compassion goes a long way, and if a nosebleed conversation is enough to make you lose you appetite, you may (1) move your seat or (2) eat at home.
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I'm remiss to find out where this man acquired the right to dictate to anyone what they may or may not discuss in a restaurant.
To the nurse at the next table who heard it all, and who chimed in and expressed compassion for the man and his wife as well as attesting to the irate man's harshness, thank you for your understanding; you are obviously in the right career and God bless you.