Exactly one year ago today, Jen and I had a happy hour at a place nearby our work called New Rivers. It was our first time visiting, and I was not the biggest fan. It just seemed overpriced and underwhelming. I hadn't returned since.
Well, today I went back and I got the royal treatment (only by proxy), and it was fantastic! Our server was the best. He was nice and funny, a little quirky, and he could anticipate our needs perfectly! All of his recommendations were spot on and he checked on us the perfect amount and I just want to give him many high fives.
Dinner itself was really superb. For the second time in my life, I tried lamb and actually liked it! (I have an aversion to the smell, and the texture. Pretty much everything about lamb. But this was not like anything I've had before. "Lamb neck" technically.) We had oysters and bruschetta, pumpkin soup and cavetelli pesto with sausage. We had olives and wine, and for dessert, an assortment of ice cream and cookies. (The ice cream scoops were each the size of a ping pong ball. Very tiny. But that blueberry-wow!)
The point was that it was a whole new experience for me, and I'm glad to have upgraded my opinion of this place.
My other joyful moment was about my Fulbright essays. One of the people who was on a panel to help me revise seemed to hate me. Her feedback felt very accusatory, and while I thought some of her comments were helpful, others were just...kind of mean. I emailed her today to thank her for taking the time to read and respond with feedback, but I asked for clarification on something she'd written. I told her I valued her opinion and just wanted to make sure I put forth the best possible application.
Well, her response was so kind! She actually apologized for coming across as a jerk in her initial edits, and then she gave me helpful critiques that I can use to make final improvements.
It just taught me that kindness always wins. It was tempting to be rude or ungrateful, or take everything she said personally and place no value in her comments. And I was unfortunately headed down that path. But thankfully I overcame my pride and reached out again, and she surprised me with her apologetic and helpful response.
This reminds me of something Andrew said one Sunday. "If love never fails, then.... what? Tell me! LOVE ALWAYS WINS."