Every Domino Has a Story
Actions: Add Journal Entry | RegisterJournal entry from: BKLounge (updated: Tue May 20 12:14:27 -0600 2008)
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May 16 was the birthday of my step-dads mom, who passed away 9 years ago. My mom and step-dad recently moved from Denver to Las Vegas for retirement, and this was the first time they would be unable to go to the grave site. That day my dad called me and asked me if I would put flowers on the grave after work. I have never done this, so it was a challenge since I didn’t know exactly where his parents were buried. Honestly, this had been quite a burden, since I work in the Tech Center-and live in North West Denver, and the cemetery is in South West Denver. It took me over an hour of rush hour traffic to get to the store, nearly 20 minutes in the store to get the flowers and a can of beer, and it was closing in on 6pm before I even got to the cemetery. To top it off, I couldn’t find the site. I actually found a friend of mine, who died 10 years ago and I put flowers on his grave. (I have only gone to his grave once….7 or 8 years ago). Finally, after searching for what felt like an eternity I found the grave! I placed the flowers for the birthday, and I poured a beer for tradition. At that point, I was so happy I completed this task for my dad. After this, I was so exhausted from work, traffic, and searching….all I wanted to do is have a nice dinner with my boyfriend. We never go to this restaurant anymore because their prices have jumped so much in the past year. We decided to go anyway, and treat ourselves to one of our favorite places. Dinner was amazing, and the food was delicious. At the end, our server brought us our bill, and all it had in it was the domino and slip. “Someone has decided to take care of your bill tonight, and they said to have a great weekend.” We couldn’t believe it; we asked him if we were on some type of hidden-camera show. When he replied to us that nothing was asked from us, and that someone had honestly picked up our tab, we nearly fell out of our chairs. How could someone do this? It puzzled our minds all weekend. We sat silent at the table, walked out silent, and really had no conversation on the way home. We were both so stunned at this act of kindness and generosity; we didn’t know what to say or how to act. We both have never experienced this feeling before, but we loved it. And we loved it so much we can not wait to share this with someone too. I wish I could tell you how stressed I felt before dinner, and how grateful we both felt after. We would love to thank the table who did this…but since we can’t, we will say a prayer for you and return this generosity to someone new to experience it. PS: We did have a great weekend, we even looked at diamond rings.....Thank you so much!
Journal entry from: hoganmicek (updated: Sun May 18 16:03:21 -0600 2008)
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On May 16, 2008, we participated in the "Buy Dinner for a Stranger" night. We bought dinner for a couple not too far from our table. They were so surprised, the waiter said they were "afraid to leave without paying because they might be arrested!" They just read and reread the little info sheet and had big grins the whole time. We were especially impressed by Ben, the waiter, as he said he was going to this website and join and do the same thing himself!
Journal entry from: anonymous (updated: Fri May 09 06:05:05 -0600 2008)
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Request for May 16, 2008 "Take a Stranger to Dinner" night.
Journal entry from: Anonymous (updated: Sun May 04 14:47:29 -0600 2008)
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This Domino was created for Topple Two Night. On May 16, 2008 people all around the country will perform a random act of kindness and buy dinner for a stranger. We hope that the recipients will feel inspired and share their story and pass on the domino.