An Unexpected Proposition

Because of my peanut and seafood allergies, I am not the biggest fan of Thai food. My dietary restrictions, as well as my relatively closed-minded sense of culinary adventurousness, limit me to only the blandest of items on the menu. But I will go to Thai Time in San Carlos any day of the week based upon our experience there this past Saturday night.

The food was good, the service was prompt, and the hostess even found time to interact with the ever-appreciative Emma. All signs were pointing to a solid ‘B’ on my decidedly-difficult-to-earn-a-grade-of-A-minus restaurant grading scale when the owner of the establishment asked Fehmeen the question, “What’s wrong with your husband?  Was he in an accident?”

“No,” she said. “He has Lou Gehrig’s Disease.”

“Oh,” was his response. “Just like that professor. Morrie.”

He paused for a moment before posing another question to Fehmeen, which, in turn, she posed to me. I nodded my ascent to her and maneuvered my wheelchair into his tiny office at the rear of the restaurant. Once I had settled in, he spoke.

“I would like to offer you a healing.”

If the ear to ear grin on my face didn’t communicate to him my acceptance of his kind and generous proposition, I spoke the word ‘yes’ aloud for him to hear as well.

For the next twenty minutes, he practiced his craft. I held in my hands several crystalline objects, one of which was a small glass skull, as he touched the top of my head and shoulders with his hands. Throughout the process, I meditated on his altruistic gesture and I opened up my heart, mind, and spirit to this unexpected gift.

When he finished, I thanked him and I returned to Fehmeen, Emma, and Katie “Proud Minnesota State Fair Attendee” Miller in the restaurant. We said our good byes to the fine folks of Thai Time, hopped into the van and drove to Harmony for some frozen yogurt.

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