ZÖV AMDRAL

Lunch hour chaos pulsed through the popular restaurant, yet the staff somehow made room for me at their corner table. As I waited for my meal, my gaze wandered to the unfolding drama.

A newly appointed elderly waiter stood before the head server, his eyes cast down, in apology and deference.

The head server's voice rose, a harsh rebuke echoing through the dining area. The transgression? Serving himself the expensive dishes meant for customers, not the staff meal package, the rule he was unaware of and it was obvious from the honest error that it was his first day at work.

I didn't see greed nor malice. The elderly waiter's repeated apologies seemed genuine, but the head server's anger only intensified. The power dynamic was stark, and I felt a pang of discomfort.

As I watched, I realized that the head server's behavior was a reflection of a deeper issue – a lack of empathy and kindness.

At that moment, I was reminded of the Mongolian concept of Zöv Amdral, which emphasizes virtuous living and compassion.

My meal arrived, but my appetite had vanished. The scene before me had soured my taste buds. After a few, unenthusiastic bites, I left my food unfinished and departed the restaurant, feeling a sense of dissonance.

Reflections:

That incident lingered in my mind, a reminder of the importance of treating others with kindness and respect. Zöv Amdral’s principles resonated more deeply within me, and I began to reflect on how I could apply them in my own life.

Sometimes, it's the small moments that teach us the most. That day, I learned that compassion and empathy can be powerful tools in breaking down barriers and building connections. And I realized that walking away from a patronage, blacklisting them can be a form of protest, a way of standing up for what we believe in.

Potential Consequences:

Consequences can indeed be a significant concern. Interfering in a situation like that can lead to various outcomes, some of which might not be anticipated.

1. My intervention could have escalated the situation, making things worse for the elderly waiter or others dining around.

2. I might have faced backlash from the head server and other staff who would have shown staunch loyalty to their supervisor, potentially affecting me adversely.

3. My actions could have had unintended consequences, such as embarrassing the elderly waiter further or creating more tension even after I left the place.

However, it's essential to consider the context, power dynamics, and potential consequences of intervening. Ultimately, the decision to act or not depended on the volatile nature of the circumstances.

The what ifs still haunt me and the course I could have taken if I was with a bigger group of friends rather than taking it on solo.

Zöv Amdral, I actively failed you in this situation and remained a mute bystander...

PIC COURTESY:PINTEREST

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