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In the morning, I didn’t feel well and decided to phone my manager to take a day off. Mike finished his breakfast, kissed me goodbye on my forehead and closed the door behind. It was time to prepare breakfast for Luke. I heard very often from other mums, that they need to kick their teenage kids out of their bed every morning. But with our son Luke, it was different. With a great excitement in eyes and a big smile, he was ready to start another day. I was making pancakes with a strawberry jam. His favorite.
“Morning mum” Big bright lagoon eyes, messy dark hair, loose white shirt and black jeans. It was Luke full of energy approaching the dining table.
“Will meet with Jim later” He mumbled to the pancake. I was happy for him to come before
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I loved seeing the hope and enthusiasm she had in her eyes. The lady with a black hood kept arranging her work to the perfection. It was the flower lady. She was selling all kind of plants on our high street every day. Not many people were passing by in that weather, but she gave the biggest smile to those who did. The most powerful bosses, running successful projects, could learn from her. She was honest, and even with the horrible weather, she was making a lot of money. As if she went under your skin and turned the windiest and rainiest day into something totally different. She just simply knew, how to run her business. She just simply knew, the honest recipe for the right attitude. On the bus stop, was standing a young mum with a little boy in a pram. The rain cover blocked his view and he was screaming, but his mum was peacefully inhaling the grey smell into her lungs and didn’t make a move. She was looking into a paddle. Not even the reflection, made her put the cigarette down. The boy wasn’t screaming because his view was blocked. He was screaming because the grey smell sneaked under the rain cover and he was trying to get some fresh air. She joined us on board through the back door. I was sitting just two steps away. The boy was looking at me as if he was asking for help. He could be around two years old. Another lady, maybe Italian speaking, was sitting on the bus with us. She was on the phone and I didn’t need to speak the language to understand that she was upset. She was crying and repeating the same words all over again. I was thinking about my marriage. Every time before the driver shut the door, I wanted to get off the bus and run away. Naive as always. I thought that running would sort out everything. But I was on my way to meet Mike and I was already late. The traffic lights kept us on hold every couple of meters. The high street was too busy and it was still a long way to
Kathy Harrison starts her personal story happily married to her childhood sweet heart Bruce. Kathy was living a simple life in her rural Massachusetts community home as the loving mother of three smart, kind, well-adjusted boys Bruce Jr., Nathan, and Ben. With the natural transitions of family life and the changes that come with career and moving, she went back to work as a Head Start teacher. Her life up until the acceptance of that job had been sheltered an idyllic. Interacting in a world of potluck suppers, cocktail parties, and traditional families had nothing in common with the life she would choose after she became a Head Start teacher.
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America's strong heritage with regard to allowing its citizens the right to "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" has brought about a mindset that each person should work for his own benefit and personal pleasure. While there is nothing wrong with happiness and enjoying oneself, this route to seeking out joy will usually leave people empty-handed. A recent experience with a homeless man strengthened my belief that true, satisfying happiness comes not from working for one's own benefit but from serving others.
When I was 6 years old, every Monday morning I would wake up early after seeing lights up in my parents room. He had promised me the night before that he is not leaving me and isn't going anywhere. But there he was, getting ready and packing his suitcase for another one week of work. Obviously a simple request and pleading hasn't worked on him so I decided to take few drastic measures. He saw me looking at him with my eyes half open when he was trying to slide through my bedroom to go downstairs. I screamed behind him asking him not to leave. He negotiated that he will be back as soon as possible and tried to hurry up. It almost felt like he had an idea what I was about to do next. "If you leave now, I'll pee on this staircase right now." And as I sat on the top of the stairways ready to pee, I also waited for him to make his next move. Obviously he was in a hurry and couldn't respond to a 6 year old's tantrum but when I heard the scooter leaving the house premise I knew I
she was on the floor kneeling and looked at him twice As the wife was her knees in pain she was crawling with pain, struggling to walk towards the balcony door where she wanted to escape from the 3 floor of the 6 stories high apartment, still receiving the beating of the belt awful pain come in contact with her back. When she finally got to the ledge of the balcony she took her time and stood up, looked down from the ledge and cried out with the sweetest innocent voice with tears after tears overflowing her
Richard, her husband friend found out the tragedy that killed his friend in the train. when the truth was reveled she acts differently, unlike how most of the women would act. She goes upstairs and watches out the window, and she noted the sky coming between the rain. She even cried but she wasn’t really in sorrow. Her husband dead makes her excited because she thinks she can have her freedom and she can live her life with happiness.
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