Mr. Wallace’s mind raced with thoughts while he awaited his order at the restaurant. His company was on the verge of bankruptcy. His rival had sued him in retaliation for seducing his wife for a business deal, and he knew he wouldn’t win. The firm’s lawyer had declined to take the case because he couldn’t afford him now.
“It’s probably the last royal dinner I’ll ever have,” the older man murmured. The restaurant where he awaited his dinner was a fine dining establishment with flaxen halogen lamps adorning its corners.
As he looked around the place, Mr. Wallace’s eyes darted to the table across from him, where several pretty older ladies and a young kid in a wheelchair sat. The older man was heartbroken at the sight.
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All his life, Mr. Wallace had focused on his company’s growth, and not even once did he ever plan on starting a family.
Mr. Wallace was keen on finishing his dinner and heading home as soon as possible. He didn’t want to be the odd one out, the loner, sitting alone at a table in his gloom and grief.
He buried his face in his hands. Suddenly, a loud chorus of “Happy birthday!” cut off his distracted thoughts. Mr. Wallace looked up to see a woman at the table across from him making a wish and cutting the cake.
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Then she started talking, and Mr. Wallace lost his cool. The woman was shouting at the top of her lungs.
“Stop shouting in public!” he blurted out. “Don’t you know how to behave?”
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The whole table turned to look at Mr. Wallace.
The older woman who had just cut the cake smiled. “I’M SORRY, SIR!” she yelled. “DID YOU WISH ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY!? THANK YOU IF YOU DID!”
Mr. Wallace was surprised. “Are you freakin’ deaf?” he asked. “I told you to stay quiet and behave, for Christ’s sake!”
The older woman waved her hand dismissively, murmuring a thank you and smiling. “HE’S A GENTLEMAN!” she exclaimed loudly to her table. “LET US NOT ANNOY HIM ANYMORE!”
Mr. Wallace didn’t understand what was wrong with the woman. She continued to talk loudly, despite him mocking her and asking her to shut up.
Finally, Mr. Wallace approached her table, aggressively telling her to lower her voice. The woman shifted uneasily in her seat, and her face shrank, taking away her lovely smile.
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Mr. Wallace was furious and famished. All the 57-year-old businessman wanted was to sit back and relax. But the woman sitting at the table across from him had already ruined his evening.
After a couple of minutes, Mr. Wallace noticed the server, Arthur, coming out of the kitchen with a dish in his hand. “Well, the food’s finally here,” he thought.
Suddenly, he saw something and froze in place. “WHAT THE HELL!? Is he out of his bloody mind?”
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Mr. Wallace saw Arthur spitting in the dish before walking up to his table. “There you have it, sir,” he placed the order in front of Mr. Wallace.
Mr. Wallace jumped to his feet. “WHAT?!” he snapped. “You fool, I saw what you did!”
He grabbed the dish and stormed into the kitchen. “Where’s the chef?” he demanded angrily. “Get the manager, chef, or whoever this boy’s boss is. Get him here!”
All of the chefs and waiters in the kitchen came to a halt.
Mr. Wallace was enraged. He yanked on Arthur’s collar. “Why in the world did you spit in my dish?!”
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“Whoa, whoa, sir, please,” the head chef, Mr. Bradley, cried as he hurried over and separated Arthur and Mr. Wallace. “May I ask what’s the issue, sir?”
“Ask your goddamn waiter!” Mr. Wallace exploded. “He spat on my plate and had the audacity to serve it as if nothing happened!”
Chef Bradley was stunned. “What?” he gasped. “Well, there must be some misunderstanding. Arthur would never do something like that. What is this gentleman saying, Arthur? Tell him you didn’t do it.”
Arthur didn’t utter a word.
“Oh, I saw him doing it with my eyes! Check the cameras!” Mr. Wallace challenged.
Right then, Arthur spoke up. “I did…” he said. “I… I… I did spit on his dish! And he deserved it!”
“Ha!” Mr. Wallace scoffed. “And there you have it! Your so-called best waiter spitting in dishes!”
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Chef Bradley was very disappointed. He knew Arthur was a good employee, and he’d never heard any complaints about him.
However, after Arthur admitted his fault, Chef Bradley was helpless. He couldn’t help but fire Arthur.
Once Arthur left the kitchen, Mr. Bradley said he would personally bring Mr. Wallace the most expensive dish. “And it’s on the house,” he graciously added. “So, sir, I respectfully beg that you not escalate the situation. I apologize on Arthur’s behalf for what happened.”
Arthur was worried sick when he was fired. He was scared of losing his job, yet he spat on Mr. Wallace’s plate because he thought nobody saw him.
When Mr. Wallace returned to his table, pleased that he’d been compensated with the restaurant’s most expensive dish, he noticed a sad and defeated Arthur approaching the table where the older woman was celebrating her birthday.
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Arthur told her something, and immediately the woman fainted. “Oh my goodness, Mom!” Arthur cried. “Could someone please call an ambulance? Please? Hurry up!”
Mr. Wallace was taken aback. “She’s his mother?” he wondered.
But what shocked the older businessman more was the way Arthur was crying and begging for help. It brought Mr. Wallace’s childhood memories.
When Mr. Wallace was a young boy, he couldn’t save his mother from his evil father, who was the reason why he never had a happy childhood and became a stern, cold man. When he saw a helpless Arthur, he realized they had a lot in common. So keeping their differences aside, he immediately called the ambulance and told them to hurry.
As the paramedics arrived, they carried Arthur’s mother to the ambulance, and Arthur gently pushed the young boy’s wheelchair out of the restaurant. Mr. Wallace followed them outside and saw Arthur hugging the boy in the wheelchair and crying.
“Mom will be alright, Rob,” he sobbed. “You go home, OK? Mom’s friends will look after you.”
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Arthur disappeared into the ambulance. Mr. Wallace felt a pang of sympathy for the family and decided to follow the ambulance.
When they arrived at the hospital, Arthur’s mother was hurried to the emergency ward, and Arthur remained in the hospital corridor. Mr. Wallace took a seat near him. “Sorry,” he whispered to the young man. “Is she OK?”
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Arthur looked up at Mr. Wallace and was furious. “Why the hell are you here? Aren’t you done ruining our day? You insulted my mother and then got me fired! What more do you want?”
Mr. Wallace let out a sigh. “Do you truly believe I was the one who went wrong here? Young man, you spat in my plate! How else would I respond?”
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“You started it, after all,” Arthur growled. “You insulted my mother just because she was talking a bit loud! Sir, she is partially deaf, and she uses a hearing aid! It’s her birthday! She just wanted to have a good time, so I took her and her friends to the restaurant. She’s never been to a fancy restaurant before.”
“Spitting in the dish… it was just retaliation! You insulted my mother! And after I told her I was fired and we had to leave, she fainted because she couldn’t take it! She had a heart attack!
“Before me, Mom used to support us. She busked and sang. Music was her love, but after losing her hearing, she couldn’t do it, so I stepped in. And don’t say that you can understand all this because you can’t. My brother has cerebral palsy, and my mother needs expensive surgery to regain her hearing. I’m the family’s breadwinner, and after losing this job, I don’t know what will happen next.”
Mr. Wallace genuinely felt terrible for Arthur. While what he’d done was wrong, his intentions were good. Arthur wanted to protect his mother and be a good son, something Mr. Wallace had failed to do as a young boy.
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“I’m sorry, boy!” he said apologetically. “But I do understand your plight. When I was a small boy, my mother died, leaving me alone with my father. He was a terrible man. Didn’t know how to love his own kid.
“I had a very unfortunate childhood, and to date, I regret I couldn’t save my mother. Depression. That’s what took her away. I didn’t know we were not the perfect family. I grew up in foster care and worked hard to achieve a dignified life.”
“Am I supposed to feel bad for you?” Arthur snapped.
“No, you’re not,” Mr. Wallace said. “But I want to make it up to you for what I did. Let me take care of your mother’s hospital bills. I’m not a bad guy, after all.”
“You will?” Arthur asked, shocked. “But why—”
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“And yes, young man…You’re young and enthusiastic and have this fire to do things for your family. Keep it up but don’t ever cross the boundaries of human decency. What you did today…your revenge or whatever, it was wrong!
“I now realize how much a person can matter to someone. If you don’t mind, boy, I’d like to contribute to your mom’s surgery as well.”
Arthur needed the money desperately, and he realized what he’d done was wrong. He could have handled the matter professionally instead of spitting in the dish.
He apologized and thanked Mr. Wallace for his help. And all thanks to misunderstandings being cleared, several lives changed that night.
Mr. Wallace reflected on himself. Turns out, people were more important than money, just as Arthur’s mother was the most valuable person to the young guy.
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So after Arthur’s mother recovered, had the ear surgery done, and returned to her dream life of singing and pursuing music, Mr. Wallace sought Arthur’s help and began working on understanding people’s relationships and bettering himself.
He sold his company, didn’t take the case’s loss personally, and instead focused on enjoying life and living in the moment.
Then one day, when he visited a restaurant, he ran into Arthur’s mother. She had just finished her singing performance, and Mr. Wallace’s eyes glistened to see he had changed a life for the better.
While everyone else in the room was dancing to slow jazz music, Arthur’s mother approached Mr. Wallace and asked him to dance.
“We can’t erase the past,” he remarked as he took her hand and led her to the dance floor, “but we can work on making the future better.”
As they danced to the slow music, their arms locked and eyes fixated on each other, she nodded. “True,” she said. “Very true.” And they both realized there was something beautiful blossoming between them.
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