On our way to the beach Betsy and I spent the night in Simpsonville, South Carolina. We were hungry after a day of visiting waterfalls and went to Ryan’s Steakhouse for dinner.
While we were eating I noticed a man talking to the young cashier. They talked for a while and then the cashier came over to a table near us and told the family sitting there that their dinner was being paid for. She took their receipt and went back to the front. I saw the man who had been talking to her give his credit card to a man who turned to out to be the manager. The manager processed his credit card, gave some cash to the young lady, who then brought it over to the family.
This happened at least four times. Finally the cashier brought the man around and introduced him to each of the tables as the man who had paid for their dinner. Of course, everyone thanked him profusely. No name was mentioned, but it did not appear that the people whose dinner he paid for knew who he was. He told each table that he was happy to be able to do it and he wanted them to remember this when they had the chance to help someone out. Of course, they all said they would.
We have no idea who the man was. We got the impression that he was known to at least some of the people in the restaurant, but not all. Regardless of who he was, he brought a great deal of happiness to some strangers and gave Betsy and me something to think about.













