[Richard VanderMeer, Oil on Canvas]
I was sitting at a table in a Tim Horton’s recently and while reviewing our recently completed year I was quickly building up to having a conniption (one of my mother’s favorite terms). While sales in our fly shop are not down drastically, sales are down. I had just found out that a potential fly order from South America has gone AWOL and the more I read of our financial summary the more my blood pressure started to rise. As I was about to start swearing a blue streak under my breath a van pulled up in frontof the window I was facing. Two cheerful women popped out of the vehicle who then helped 2 severely handicapped men out of the passenger side. When I first looked at the men their appearance took me off guard. They were mentally and physically challenged and to be honest I am embarrassed to admit that I caught myself staring. Thankfully by the time they had entered the door I had recovered my composure and everyone in the restaurant had the courtesy to treat them just as any other customer.
I returned to the business notes in front of me, had a sip of coffee, looked back out the window… and paused. I realized there but for the grace of (please insert your deity of choice) go I. The bills may be a mile high, the dog may be stinking up the couch and I may be sick and tired of having dinner alone but all things considered life is good. Sometimes it just takes a little reminder…
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