Friday 15 March 2024

πŸŽ€Valuable gift🎁

 


*A Touching Story*


“In 1979, I was managing a Wendy's in Port Richey, Florida.  


Unlike today, staffing was never a real problem, but I was searching for a someone to work three hours a day only at lunch. I went thru all my applications and most were all looking for full time or at least 20 hours per week. I found one however, buried at the bottom of a four-inch stack that was only looking for lunch part-time. His name was Nicky. 


Hadn't met him but thought I would give him a call and see if he could stop by for an interview. When I called, he wasn't in but his mom said she would make sure he would be there.


At the accorded time, Nicky walked in. One of those moments when my heart went in my throat. Nicky had Downs Syndrome. His physical appearance was a giveaway and his speech only reinforced the obvious. I was young and sheltered. Had never interacted on a professional level with a developmentally disabled person. I had no clue what to do, so I went ahead and interviewed him.

He was a wonderful young man. 

Great outlook.

Task focused. 

Excited to be alive. 


For reasons only God knew at that time, I hired him. 3 hours a day, 3 days a week to run a grill. I let the staff know what to expect. Predictably, the crew made sure I got the message, "no one wants to work with a retard."

To this day I find that word offensive. We had a crew meeting, cleared the air, and prepared for his arrival. Nicky showed up for work right on time.


He was so excited to be working. He stood at the time clock literally shaking with anticipation. He clocked in and started his training. Couldn't multi task, but was a machine on the grill. Now for the fascinating part.....


Back in that day, there were no computer screens to work from. Every order was called by the cashier.


It required a great deal of concentration on the part of all production staff to get the order right.


While Nicky was training during his first shift, the sandwich maker next to him asked the grillman/trainer what was on the next sandwich. 

Nicky replied, "single, no pickle no onion." A few minutes later it happened again. It was then that we discovered Nicky had a hidden and valuable skill.


He memorized everything he heard! Photographic hearing ? WHAT A SKILL ! It took 3 days and every sandwich maker requested to work with Nicky. He immediately was accepted by the entire crew. After his shift he would join the rest of his crew family, drinking Coke like it was water! 


It was then that they discovered another 

Rainman-esque trait. 

Nicky was a walking/talking perpetual calendar! With a perpetual calendar as a reference, they would sit for hours asking him what day of the week was December 22, 1847 or some more. He never missed. This uncanny trait mesmerized the crew.


His mom would come in at 2 to pick him up.

More times than not, the crew would be back there with him hamming it up. 


As I went to get him from the back, his mom said something I will never forget. "Let him stay there as long as he wants.

He has never been accepted anywhere like he has been here." I excused myself and dried my eyes, humbled and broken-hearted at the lesson I just learned.


Nicky had a profound impact on that store. His presence changed a lot of people. Today I believe with every fiber of my body that Nicky's hiring was no accident. God's Timing and Will is Perfect.


We are all like Nicky. 


We each have our shortcomings. We each have our strong points. But we are all of value. God made us that way and God doesn't make mistakes. 


*Nicky certainly wasn't a mistake.*


He was a valuable gift that I am forever grateful for. 


God doesn't care if you are rich or poor, republican or democrat,  black or white. 

He doesn't care if your chromosome structure is perfect. 

He doesn't care what level of education you have attained. 


So let’s check our hearts. ❤️


*There is a little bit of Nicky in all of us and I suspect there is a Nicky somewhere in your life that is looking for the chance to be embraced.*❤️❤️


Monday 11 March 2024

After Death

 (Borrowed)





MY HOUSE WAS ABOUT TO BE LOCKED ......

 On the 29th of November 2018 just because I was not able to pay the rent.


I posted it on facebook seeking for help, but all I got were 2 likes & zero comments.


So l sent 250 messages to my contact list requesting for a loan of $1500.


Sadly only 10 people replied. 6 out of the 10 claimed they couldn't help. Only 1 out of the 4 who said they could help actually gave me some money but the rest only gave me excuses and never picked my calls. 


In the end, my door was locked.

 I had no where to sleep. 


I walked in the dark seeking options and sadly a thief stole my empty purse with my identity card in it. 


He was badly hit by a fast moving car as he was running away, so he died. 


Fast forward>> The next day, news quickly spread around that I had died.


About 2,500 people posted on my wall how they knew me. 

How great I was !


A committee was formed by my,

 *loyal friends* who contributed $18000 to feed guests at my funeral.


My colleagues at work teamed up and brought another $4500 for a coffin, tents and chairs.


I was to be burried in a coffin worth $1500- the same amount I needed for rent.


Relatives also met. It was a rare occasion for them to meet, so they met and contributed an extra $3000.


Everyone wanted to volunteer in order to appear they were helping. 

They printed T-shirts with my image. 


Each T-Shirt costing $2,50, so the T-shirt man made about $25000 from my presumed death.


Everyone wanted to speak at my funeral. 

There was drama all over from people who never knew how l survived. 


There was even rumour that I was murdered by my friends. 


Speeches were made on how talented I was, even by those who never attended my events. 


The few friends who supported me didn't even get the chance to speak during my funeral - although they knew the Truth. 


In fact, they were prime suspects for my ‘death’.


You could imagine how the scene turned after I showed up alive! 


Some thought l was a ghost.


*THIS IS THE IRONY OF LIFE; WE LOVE THE DEAD MORE THAN THE LIVING*

~ Author Unknown


It's the absolute truth of today's world..

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