It was a regular Friday morning, the last working day of the week. As much as my little princess Ziva, I was also pretty excited about the weekend.
On my way to work, I hurriedly stepped into Starbucks located a few blocks away from home to grab my favourite to-go hot chocolate. This has always been the best way to kick-start a day. Most of the days, I see the same young girl at the counter. Since I am a regular customer, I am not sure if she recognises me but her pleasant face and friendly attitude make me believe that my face is quite familiar to her. In a couple of minutes, I was out, heading towards the train station.
That evening, I happened to visit the same Starbucks on my way back home; and that is very unusual. I went inside, ordered a coffee and grabbed a table for myself. The cheerful lady was not there, the familiar faces that I used to see every morning were not there. As I stared at the hustle and bustle of the city through the window, I realised that this incident would change my life forever.
I would miss my regular take-away hot chocolate.
I would miss my dash to the train station.
I would miss counting days and hours to enjoy the weekend.
Moreover, I would miss stepping out of home for work because that morning I was fired!
The thought of joblessness shattered me. I kept wondering how I would run the house without money. My mind was indulged in analysing a series of thoughts. Jenny has been a stay-at-home mom since the birth of Ziva. She has and continues to do a fabulous job by looking after the two of us and the house beautifully. I couldn't think of breaking her heart.
Nothing seemed to be clear in my head then. Harrowing thoughts kept knocking and all I could do was easily let them in. The confident gentleman that everyone knew until that morning had turned into a depressed and clueless pessimist.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed my shoulders from behind.
"Hey Jack, long time. How have you been?"
It was Sam who used to live with his wife Maria in our neighbourhood. He was a nice and friendly chap, with a remarkable sense of humour. They moved from our locality after they lost their only daughter to cancer a couple of months ago.
At that moment, it felt like an angel had been sent from heaven. We spoke at length about everything, the past, present, our dreams and of course, the recent development at work. Sam had always been an inspiration to people around him. His effervescent personality was much talked about in the locality. After his daughter's demise, instead of complaining and withdrawing from the society, he and Maria together started a nonprofit organisation for treating underprivileged children suffering from cancer. He explained how devastated and disconnected he used to be and how Maria took initiative in setting up an organisation during their tough times.
Truly, that was a thought provoking session. Sam doesn't hold a degree from any top university. As far as I know, he is a school dropout who started doing odd jobs for a living in his early years. Whatever said and done, a couple of minutes into the conversation, I realised that he had a good fund of common sense. Sometimes it is not about the hardships you come across in life but how you rise above the situation. There is a wise saying that goes "When life throws stones at you, you can either feel sorry for yourself or throw a flower back, making sure that the flower is still in the pot. "