Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Christmas Cookies and Tears




Early December, a few years ago, I received a call from a woman. She said she knew I was a chef, and had heard I had a gluten intolerant daughter. When I acknowledged this, I could hear the relief in her voice.
She told me how sick her teenage daughter had been. The teen had been in the hospital. I could hear crying as she told me how thin and frail her child had become.

I felt deeply for her. She told me that they had discovered her daughter was severely gluten intolerant. This diagnosis had turned the teen's world upside down. The girl was thin, and felt different from others at school.
The deep sadness of her daughter had the mom worried about Christmas traditions that had always been special to the teen. She ask if I could teach them to bake gluten free Christmas cookies and what it would cost. When I told her a reasonable hourly fee for that type of work, she gasped. I told her not to worry, we'd work something out.

I arrived at their house and was introduced to the shy girl. I began to bake and tell the family everything I was doing as I worked. As they became more interested, I gave them little jobs. As the family worked busily on cookies, I tried to teach the mother about gluten, as she took notes.

We made three batches of their favorite cookies. When the first pan was out of the oven, I offered one to the teen. Soon a big bite was missing from the cookie. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she looked at me with a huge smile. It was time to go and I realized I'd been there for four hours. The mother seemed worried as she asked me how much she owed me. I could not charge her the real fee. My watch must not have been working. I was only there for two hours.

As I started to leave, the girl ran up to me and hugged me. In an almost inaudible voice, she simply said, “Thank you.” As I turned the key to my car and heard Christmas Carols, the tears began to roll down my cheeks. I might have helped her keep her with baking, but she gave me so much more.

9 comments:

  1. Wonderful story and truly what Christmas is all about.

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  2. What a blessing to be able to make such a difference in someone's life.

    Merry Christmas!

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  3. No doubt you totally get the true meaning of Christmas. Thanks for sharing!

    I took a picture last night at the festival of lights with you and Gail in mind. Take a look if you want!

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  4. Aw, this is wonderful story! It blessed my heart.

    Merry Christmas to you and your family!
    Candace

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  5. Wonderful story. Just goes to help me in my mind firm up the fact that Santa comes in many forms to teach us about Christmas!

    Merry Christmas to you my friend!

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  6. That is a lovely story and I am so glad you wrote it down. I love that and you are indeed a chef. Do you have a recipe you could share?

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  7. Aww, u made such a difference in someone's life..Little do they know the impact they had on yours!. ((HUGS))

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  8. How wonderful are you for letting one sweet girl know that her world was not over. :)

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  9. What a sweet and giving person you are! This story brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for helping that family in need!

    Hopefully now, with your help, that daughter will gain weight and a new lease on life.

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