KARMA SPEAKS }} {{ SHIFT+CONTROL “Any decision in life, can lead to your next best adventure, or leave you sitting and wondering where you went wrong. I’m currently in the “which one will this be?” Mode.”
acquired more. I think about this, and remind myself not forget tho, to have this one must also be a person who gives. I recently said to a new customer “you have to give a little, to get.” He smiled and took his food And let me know he would be back. You see, I’ve always been a giver, a helper helping those in need, even before helping myself. It’s Karma. Anyway, back to the story. I knew I belonged here and a month ago I was offered a place to live at the farm temporarily, and I answered the knock of opportunity I came out to find a job at a local restaurant, and before heading home I texted my summertime landlord and new friend Jamie. I told him I was in the neighborhood and wanted to come say hi. Of course he said no, I would only be trouble, as he gave me the exact location of his whereabouts. Needless to say we sat and chatted and he asked me exactly what I was looking to do. My plan, I said, is to open a small eatery out here. He
pointed back toward the road and told me to go look at his place. A place I didn’t even know existed. As I walked up to this little building with the dusty dirty front window to peer inside, I felt like the little kid at the
start of the movie A Christmas Story who was peering into the window at all the Christmas trinkets and toys and the red rider beebee gun. It was exactly what I wanted for Christmas! It was white with red trim and matched the food truck almost
to a tee, it had opportunity written all over it. I went back and asked Jamie how can I make this mine? He chuckled as he usually does, but within the next few days I was serving food from my very own brick and mortar eatery. I joke about not working for the man, yet I make my own path so this bears some truth. It’s what anyone would do, yet it’s what most won’t do. I call it making a decision, others may call it taking a risk. So, here I am sitting in a barn I live in, planning a breakfast with Santa, creating a list of local families to make a holiday meal for, decorating a store front, playing Christmas music and smiling every time the door to my restaurant opens. I tell people I have no idea what I’m doing, or why. But deep down that’s wrong. I know exactly what I’m doing.I finally came home for the holidays.
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