Perspective

The morning started badly. I woke still tired, with a headache and residual nausea, the after effects of the previous evening’s over indulgence.

A mild comment here, an innocent request there, became irritations, niggling away inside my head.

The morning matured into midday and the irritations became magnified, the constant churning of my mind blowing them out of all proportion. Irritation becoming frustration, frustration becoming anger, anger giving way to despair.

In an effort to dispel the black clouds inside I went for a drive, all the while, fictitious story after story unfolding in my head, fuelling my self-pity.

Pulling up at the traffic signal, I sat lost in my internal drama.

A tap on the window.

A young man stood with his hand outstretched, begging for alms. Handing him some coins, his face lit up. A beautiful smile, beaming with gratitude, eyes twinkling …………….. the smile of an angel.

My heart melted, the lights turned to green and I drove off.

Looking back in the mirror, the angel stood smiling where I left him.

The angel had only one arm.

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One thought on “Perspective

  1. Oh, God, that is so poignant. Be thankful for what you have got. I wish I could help all those poor people, it is not right that people have to suffer, and others have far more than they need.

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