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Scene: Downtown Seattle, Ohana Restaurant
After our rounds of drinks at Bathtub Gin, the crowd of four ladies headed onto the next stop in our bar hopping madness. Now, two of these women, before this night, had been strangers to me. It was my first night meeting them. Three of us were in town to visit my best friend Jo.
As we walked the streets of Seattle a cart handing out red promotional sunglasses stopped me. We ended up all getting a pair and proceeded to prance about the streets in our newfound matching fashions. It was almost out of a movie.
But it didn’t stop there.
We arrived at Ohana a few minutes later. There was more conversation. More getting to know eachother. More meeting and greeting and sharing. I was having so much fun.
And then it happened.
Staff came out with a piece of cake and candles. Suddenly everyone was singing.
I was so humbled. I had no words. I nearly cried. All I could do was cover my face.
Who were these amazing strangers?
There are some people who come into your life and it seems like they’ve always been there… arriving just at the right time to make you feel like a million bucks. Strangers are just people you don’t know waiting to be friends.