Life is tough. And today I learn that life is just like running the food in a restaurant. I was a runner in a busy restaurant during my days in London. I would never forget those days.
As runner we need to deliver the food to the right table on time, if there is any delay, you'll either be shouted by the head chef, the manager or even your colleague. It is just like life, all the tables are the different goal and objective in our life, you need to achieve it on time, accurate and nicely, which means you don't achive the wrong goal (go to the wrong table), mess up your goal (giving the wrong food), or missing something important while achieving your goal (drop the food along the way).
No matter how hard is the process, you still need to smile at the customer when you finally reach the table, it doesn't matter whether you burn your hand along the way, you twisted your wrist while carrying all the heavy crockery, this is just like our life, you still need to smile (even if is with tears) at the end of the day. And life is always tough, and the only thing you can do is learn to be stronger, if you ever fail in achieving one of the goal (just like you mess up the food or the table), you can only wipe your tears and start again (just like you have to go back to the kitchen, get scolded by the head chef, and deliver the food again).
But thankfully I hv the Father, I'm not alone. Everytime when I think I can't make it anymore, during my toughest days in the restaurant, He will give me His mighty hand, that's how I make it to the last --- the most petit and skinny runner in Loch Fyne, yet, the most outstanding one :)
Friday, March 27, 2009
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