Pizza Hut — Restaurant in Melbourne

Tonight, a friend of mine ordered me a pizza through DoorDash.

The delivery driver, an elderly Maltese man named Mario, pulled up. He looked like he was well past retirement age, his face lined with the weight of years and stories. I watched him glance at the giant "sold" sign in front of my house.

As we exchanged the usual pleasantries, he asked how I was doing? I tried to keep it brief and honest “Good, all things considered,” I said.

He gave me a suspicious half knowing yet caring look.... I added, “Family court isn’t cheap. I’m moving next week, and honestly, I don’t really know where I’m going to live yet.”

Mario paused, his expression softening in a way that felt rare these days. Then, leaning in slightly, he said "I'm so sorry, I know what thats like" and he began to share his story.

He told me about his first marriage—how his wife was having an affair with his best friend, how she weaponised the family court system to break him further. She manipulated every step of the process, leaving him financially ruined and emotionally shattered. She forced the sale of his home, his pride, and his stability, leaving him with barely anything to rebuild his life.

He told me the bitterness and fear consumed him. He admitted he hated women for 25 years, because of what his ex did, the abuse he endured in a system he felt was designed to tear him apart. He avoided meaningful relationships with women entirely, believing all women were selfish, and just wanted money, reducing his love life only to meaningless one-night stands, he was convinced women were heartless, inherently bad people.

Then, one day 25 years later a waitress at a café handed him her phone number scrawled on a bit of card and asked if he would like to go on a date.

He still doesn't understand why, but something made him pause. For the first time in quarter of a century, he decided to take the chance. Against his instincts he called up the waitress and took her out on a date.

Mario has now been happily married to the very same waitress girl for over a decade.

As he handed me my pizza and Coke, Mario looked me in the eye and said “It’s easy to hate after being hurt especially after what we’ve been through. It’s easy to give up, to think women are no good. But there are still good ones out there, even if it doesn’t feel like it.”

Before he left, Mario did something unexpected. He opened his arms for a hug. For a moment, I hesitated—it’s not exactly the norm to hug your delivery driver—but then I stepped forward. It wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t forced. It was just… human. For the first time in a long time, I felt hope for society.

Mario didn’t just deliver my pizza tonight. He delivered a reminder that in dark times, kindness and understanding does still exist and people can heal.

And that’s a service worth a five star doordash review. Highly recommended! (The pizza wasnt...

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