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Topic: COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS (Don't write about the song) (04/16/15)
- TITLE: Morning, Noon & Night
By C D Swanson
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I looked around my cluttered apartment. It was so tiny I could hardly walk around without bumping into something. I was frustrated and wondered when I'd be able to climb out of this hovel into more lavish surroundings. Well, at least bigger if not lavish. I'd settle for a penthouse on Park Avenue. Why was I one of the unlucky ones? All this talk about this being the land of opportunity, well where is my opportunity? Aren't I worthy of living like the Princess I am? I went to Yale, graduated in the top ten. Yeah, all of that...yet I'm still ten thousand under the six figure salary range. Oh, darn...I broke my nail! Great...what else will happen today?
I'm so not a morning person and the lack of space was adding to my grouchiness. I grabbed my slice of toast and cup of coffee and thought about the presentation I was to deliver late afternoon. It was a motivational speech designed to encourage the audience. I had to let go of the images of my apartment in order to come through with a tone of authenticity. That wasn't going to be too hard I'd just think about my future palatial palace. I smiled. What an image...me in a palace. Hmm-not bad, I could see myself there right this moment. But, first I'd have to fix this broken fingernail...
<i>Late Afternoon - Scene Two</i>
The day flew by. I was fortunate today. It was a good day. I was able to eat a relatively warm breakfast. I learned how to get warm meals. I watch the commuters eat their food, and most of them were so busy with their expensive cell phones, they rarely finish their meal. So, I wait patiently for them to toss their warm meals into the garbage bin. Yes, today was a great day. I ate a full meal. The pretty lady barely took a bite out of her sandwich, and she even tossed her cup of coffee. I heard her cuss before doing so, I guess there was too much milk in there for her satisfaction. Well, I liked it just fine and was more than satisfied.
After I ate, I was able to wash up in a brand new toilet at the gas station. No interruptions, so I was able to clean myself really well.
Yes, today was a good day...I'm thankful for it. It was a really good day.
I think I'll do my happy dance in Central Park. Maybe even sing praises.
Thank You God...
<i>Evening - Scene Three</i>
I've hated myself for years. I didn't want to live anymore. I need to just end this torment. I want to feel nothing, to be nothing...I am nothing.
Living in a flop house ain't no way to live. So that's why I just sleep on a park bench now...makes things easier. Aside from the times when the mischief makers wake me as they're urinating on me, or pouring gasoline on me, it's okay living in the park. I'm nobody. I'm nothing.
Some preacher guy speaks to me everyday. He's about the only person who thinks I'm worthy. As a matter of fact, the only person who really takes an interest in me at all. He speaks to me about a man named Jesus. He reads stuff from inside a black book he holds in his hand.
I'm desperate, so desperate. But this preacher man tells me Jesus loves me. Me? A bum worth nothing at all? I used to be good looking, now I look like a tattered shell of a man...a monster. I don't remember the last time I cleaned myself. Me worthy?
But,the preacher man says Jesus loves me. Jesus? I wonder--
Oh, here comes the preacher now.
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