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Olive Garden
A third person at the table
My wife and I had not been together very long when she started noticing something strange. People would walk up, talk for a minute, and then tell me things that felt too much for a stranger. She kept asking why. I shrugged it off — a good listener, a trusting face.
On our third anniversary we were at Olive Garden. Natalie loved that place. I exchanged a few words with our waiter. He was working hard and doing the job well, but I could feel he was in a vulnerable state. I didn’t have language for it yet. Later I would call myself a symptom bearer. Then I just noticed.
The next times he came by, I tailored what I said toward balancing that vulnerable connection. The next thing we knew, we had a third member of our anniversary dinner. He sat down. He shared, he swore, he cried, and he mourned. It went on until his manager intervened. We got a discount on the meal.
