Long Lunch

My sister, Jane, is visiting with me in this roaring Fork Valley of Colorado.  We sat by a river in a restaurant to have lunch.  We were in no hurry.  It was more than perfect, because the waitress forgot to turn in our food order.  She was so embarrassed, apologized, and gave us free tea and a rich dessert.  She felt even worse when she interrupted our saying of grace.  She was having a terrible time, but it was fine from our perspective.  We had a nice long leisurely lunch by the river.  Her mistakes more than fit into our plans.  Sometimes, when we mess up, it is only ourselves that suffer.  And sometimes when we mess up, it is a gift to someone else.