Do You Know This Man?

Monday, September 5, 2011

He heard the rain, it had begun as a drizzle. Soon that drizzle turned to a downright rain and settled in for an all-night event. Not exactly what he had planned but all in all, maybe a good thing? The rain was comforting compared to the other surrounding audio that filled the room.

He lay there staring at the ceiling trying desperately not to think of what the morning would bring. His eyes closed, he concentrated on the rhythmic sound of rain falling to the beat of the universe. Why did the rain not calm him anymore, nor woo him to sleep as past rains had done?

Somehow the rain had worked its magic, sleep did come but waking was now reality. Every morning his bed left him feeling like a prize fighter on the losing end. The room held no silence, no calming greeting, and no space to gather what few thoughts he had about this new day. In fact, there was no newness to this day.

In a slow, painful motion he lifted his head and propped himself up to survey the damage. He knew an evil hand rearranged the room in the night, always do. “What evil must I wade throw today?” he thought as the situation became painfully visible.

The Peterson’s had been shifted to the rear, a new family needed the space. Bob was explaining to Emily how, “today was the day.” Pete sat as usual sipping coffee trying hard to let the tears fall in his cup. Jane was changing a bandage on the cuts now healing, inflicted by a man who could not cope and then there was Ms. Hattie.

Ms. Hattie was his saving Grace. Regardless of how damaging, of how changing the evil hand had been, Ms. Hattie sat in her rocking chair with a smile. She always greeted his day the same; a smile, a wave and a “good morning Fred, the sun is out.” His rock she was, the spark to drown out flame and his mental reminder of what each day might and can hold.

This friend is a tribute to our so-called Labor Day. If you have not met nor do not know of someone in this situation, say a prayer of thanks. If however, you do know someone like my Fred here, be their Ms. Hattie. Sip your coffee but smile, wave and remind someone the sun is out.

Rainbow Peace…


16 comments:

welcome to my world of poetry said, 

Loved the read Jules.
Have a Happt Labour Day.

Take care.
Yvonne.

September 5, 2011 at 9:46 AM  
Ann said, 

Great story Jules. Perfect for the day that is in it.
Enjoy your day! :)

September 5, 2011 at 9:52 AM  
Journaling Woman said, 

Love the story. However, when I saw the man in the shadow, I thought maybe...George waiting. :)

September 5, 2011 at 10:17 AM  
Alex J. Cavanaugh said, 

You captured it so well, Jules.

September 5, 2011 at 10:30 AM  
Paula said, 

Slowly visiting some blogs again. Good to read that your souls writing hasnt changed

September 5, 2011 at 10:39 AM  
Theresa Milstein said, 

The poor man. What turmoil. Thanks for the Labor Day post.

September 5, 2011 at 12:43 PM  
Glynis said, 

An interesting tale. Enjoy your day.

September 5, 2011 at 2:18 PM  
Summer Ross said, 

Enjoyed the read Jules! I hope your day is full of random acts of relaxation.

September 5, 2011 at 3:28 PM  
Tammy said, 

Very powerful, and written by another Ms. Hattie. Hope you enjoyed the day.

September 5, 2011 at 10:15 PM  
Velvet Over Steel said, 

What a sad story, yet wonderful message and reminder for us all, Jules!! Yes, we all need a Ms. Hattie and being like her is something we all should at least strive for!! :D

Have a Wonderful week, Jules!
Big Hug,
Coreen

September 5, 2011 at 10:40 PM  
Samantha VĂ©rant said, 

Woe, Jules! I'm impressed. There are so many beautiful and visual lines here! I think you may have the soul of a poet!

September 6, 2011 at 5:13 AM  
GigglesandGuns said, 

Awesome, Jules. I agree with Samantha-- you have such a poetic soul.

September 6, 2011 at 5:17 PM  
shivani said, 

Hi, i meandered to this beautiful post of yours through Sushmita's and feel extremely fortunate that i did so.
It's great to read good writing and good thoughts especially when one is suspicious and not too trusting about being good naturally in a twisted world where good no longer begets good.
Sure your way is the right way and encourages people like me to be positive.
Will remember what you just said, "...sip your coffee but smile, wave and remind someone the sun is out..."
Thank you and would feel honored if u could manage some time for me and stop by on my blog once in a while.

September 7, 2011 at 4:03 AM  
Julie said, 

Oh, what a powerful story. Almost made me tear up. You have a wonderful way with words!

September 7, 2011 at 1:09 PM  
Green Monkey said, 

dark and soulful - the sort of imagery that lingers.... very nice my friend!

September 21, 2011 at 9:01 AM  
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