A year ago I was having a terrible day at work, guests were bad and mean and weren't tipping well and I was alone and couldn't do my side work or take a break to even eat a snack. I was falling apart and wanted to cry. The restaurant was a mess. At that moment a Welsh priest and wife came to have lunch. They were so sweet and loving and caring and showed the uttermost patience and understanding. We got to talking and talked for quite some time about all sorts of things. He eventually got up, hugged me, kissed me on the cheek and told me how they will always come to America because the people here are so loving and unified and beautiful. I teared up and eventually we parted ways. That day he single handedly restored my faith in humanity and taught me that there will always be good people amoungst all the bad. Today that same man walked into my restaurant and we immediately smiled and remembered each other. I ran over and we spoke for quite some time. I told him I was getting married and he was so happy he hugged me tight and continued to tell me how beautiful I was. We exchanged emails and took a few photos to stay in touch. As he parted he put something in my hand, told me it was his first wedding gift to me and to not say a word. He left promising to return in a year. After he left I opened my hand to find $60. I almost cried but kept it together and I've been smiling ever since. I figured I'd share this because remember no matter how hard your day is there are always people who care about you and can make you smile, even if they're a quirky, charming priest in a restaurant that lives half way across the world.