But John smiled, rolled up his sleeves, and replied:
“I worked in a restaurant during law school and I remember how scary the first night can be. Let me help.”
For the next forty-five minutes, he cleared tables, refilled water glasses, and made jokes to calm the waitress, Maria Sanchez. When the rush hour ended, he refused the free meal offered by Giovanni and instead left a hundred-dollar tip with a note:
“For Maria — you’re doing great, and it gets easier, I promise.”
Maria, who later became a restaurant manager, kept that note framed in every establishment where she worked for twenty-five years. In 2004, she told a journalist:
“That evening, Mr. Kennedy taught me that true class isn’t about where you sit, but about who you choose to stand beside when things get tough.”
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Frank or Frenk?
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