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Good morning 🌦️ dear Ohana 🙏🏼💗🙏🏼 Numbers 17: And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, Speak unto the children of Israel, and take of every one of them a rod according to the house of their fathers, of all their princes according to the house of their fathers twelve rods: write thou every man's name upon his rod. And thou shalt write Aaron's name upon the rod of Levi: for one rod shall be for the head of the house of their fathers. And thou shalt lay them up in the tabernacle of the congregation before the testimony, where I will meet with you. And it shall come to pass, that the man's rod, whom I shall choose, shall blossom: and I will make to cease from me the murmurings of the children of Israel, whereby they murmur against you. And Moses spake unto the children of Israel, and every one of their princes gave him a rod apiece, for each prince one, according to their fathers' houses, even twelve rods: and the rod of Aaron was among their rods. And Moses laid up the rods before the LORD in the tabernacle of witness. And it came to pass, that on the morrow Moses went into the tabernacle of witness; and, behold, the rod of Aaron for the house of Levi was budded, and brought forth buds, and bloomed blossoms, and yielded almonds. And Moses brought out all the rods from before the LORD unto all the children of Israel: and they looked, and took every man his rod. And the LORD said unto Moses, Bring Aaron's rod again before the testimony, to be kept for a token against the rebels; and thou shalt quite take away their murmurings from me, that they die not. And Moses did so: as the LORD commanded him, so did he. And the children of Israel spake unto Moses, saying, Behold, we die, we perish, we all perish. Whosoever cometh any thing near unto the tabernacle of the LORD shall die: shall we be consumed with dying?
"My name is Holly. I’m 79. I’ve worked the 4 a.m. shift at Hattie’s Diner for 32 years. Not because I need the money, my pension’s fine. But the night shift feels like my shift. The people here? They’re the ones nobody else sees.
Every Tuesday at 5:15 a.m., a boy in a stained T-shirt sits at booth #3. He’s 12. Maybe 13. He never orders. Just stares at the menu like he’s memorizing it. One day, I slid a plate of scrambled eggs and toast to his table. “On the house,” I said. He flinched. “I..... I don’t have money.” I patted his shoulder. “Eggs cost nothing when you’re hungry.”
He ate so fast he choked. I poured him water. Wiped his face. Didn’t ask questions.
Next Tuesday, he came back. Same time. Same booth. I made him pancakes. Left them with a note, “Eat first. Talk never.” He ate. Still no words.
Then, the Thursday before Christmas, he didn’t come.
I saved his seat. Wiped the table. Checked the door every 3 minutes. By 6 a.m., my hands shook. That’s when the real story began.
A woman rushed...
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