Monthly Archives: July 2012

A BRAND NEW MORNING ON A BRAND NEW DAY

“It’s a brand new morning
On a brand new day.
Wonderful things will come my way!”

These words celebrated in his head to music he had never heard before.   Never had he felt so good upon waking.  Never had he so much energy.  The sunlight, the vibrant  colors of everything,  the usual morning noises — all danced to the music in his head.

It’s a brand new morning
On a brand new day.
Wonderful
things will come my way!” 

  “All is right with the world,” he said out loud.

His wife and teenage sons were not used to such exuberance first thing in the morning — especially first thing on a Monday morning.

“God you’re so pretty honey,” he said to his wife.  “When was the last time I told you how much I loved you?”

“Okay, what did you do now?”  she asked.

“I didn’t do anything.  I looked at you and realized how gorgeous you are.  I also realized that it’s been a long time since I told you how much I love you.”

“Yeah right.  What did you do that I am about to find out about?”

“Nothing.  I didn’t do anything.”

“Why the good mood?”

“I don’t know.  I awoke feeling great.  I don’t ever remember feeling this wonderful upon waking.”

 “Are you okay, Dad?”  asked one of his sons.

“I’m fine.  Actually I’m better than fine.  I’m fantastic!  Nothing can ruin my day.  Nothing!”

***

On his way to work, he whistled and hummed the music playing in his head.  He smiled at people on the bus.  A few smiled back, but most averted their eyes pretending not to notice.

At work, his fellow employees met his euphoria with suspicion and talked behind his back.

“What’s with him?  It’s Monday morning.  It’s not normal being so happy at work on a Monday morning.”

“Yeah.   He must have won the lottery, or maybe he’s on drugs.”

***

“Your boss wants to see you,” said his secretary.

“Did he say what it was about?”

“No, but he did not sound happy.”

He immediately bounced into his boss’s office.

“What are you so happy about?” asked his boss.

“I don’t know.  I awoke this morning feeling great, and I still feel great.”

“Well, you won’t feel great when you hear what I have to say.”

“Go ahead.”

“The Proctor Project.”

“What about it?”

“Uh-er-uh-Blythe Proctor rejected it.”

“Gee, that’s too bad.”

“What?  That’s all you have to say is ‘Gee, that’s too bad.’?”

“Did she say why?”

“She didn’t like the design.
“Aren’t you upset?”

“No.”

“But I saw the hours and weekends you spent working on it.  You worked hard and did a damn good job.  Why aren’t you upset?”

“Well, I can’t say that I am not disappointed.  Is Blythe Proctor going to give us another try?”

“Yes, but sales suspects that she is toying with us and plans to go with a competitor.”

“Can’t do anything about that.  I’ll start it first thing tomorrow morning.  I have a few ideas that I did not use the first time.
“Is that it?  he asked jumping up from his seat.

His boss did not know what to make of this behavior.  “Yeah . . . that’s all for now.”

He bounced out of his boss’s office leaving his boss asking himself,  “Is he on drugs?”

No, nothing was going to ruin his day.  Nothing.  He continued to work while the music played in his head.

“It’s a brand new morning
“On a brand new day.
Wonderful
things will come my way!” 

So absorbed was he with the music in his head and his happiness as he worked that he did not notice that it was quitting time.

“Aren’t you going home?”  asked his secretary.  She was ready to leave.

“Is it that time already?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?  You didn’t go for lunch.”

” I missed lunch?  I guess I did.  I missed lunch.  But I feel great.  Never felt better.  I can’t believe I missed lunch.”

“Have a good night,”  she said.

“Yeah, same to you.   See you tomorrow.”

Jumping up from is desk he said out loud, “I’m going to surprise them!”

On his way home he bought some video games for his sons.  He also bought a dozen roses for his wife.

He was a block from his home crossing the street.

“What a wonderful day!” he thought.  I love being happy for no reason.”  He looked at the roses and the video games.   “Boy will they be surprised.”

He did not see the truck turning.   He died instantly.

FINAL THOUGHTS FROM A FALLEN MAN

I know you will read this.  And when you do you will see — as I have told you many, many times before — that I am not angry with you.  I never was, and never will be.

You must have assumed that I was angry with you.   You left me the message, “We’re good then?”  checking to see whether I was still upset.   I was never upset.    No problem  existed outside of  your head.

I understand why you misinterpreted my words.  You’re so sensitive — although I know you don’t like to admit it.   And I can’t blame you for not wanting to admit it.  This world is cruel to sensitive people like you.    The more sensitive you are, the worse this world treats  you.

Mistreating sensitive people is not the only thing this world does.  It also harbors big rocks that are difficult to climb,  but easy to fall from.

I wish I could have spoken to you before I left for my climb.   I wish I could have told you that everything was fine.  There would have been no misunderstanding with us talking face-to-face.

I’m not sure how much time  I have left.  I  have often wondered how I was going to go.  Now I know.

So now you are reading my final thoughts  . . .   “Yes honey, we’re good.”