Should he write it down? That was the question running through his mind.
He
couldn't believe what had just happened and he knew nobody else would believe him
as well. Even if he documented what had happened by writing it down, he still
didn't believe anyone would still believe it. So the question remained. Was it be
worth it to actually write it down?
Do you think you're living an ordinary life? You are so mistaken it's difficult to
even explain. The mere fact that you exist makes you extraordinary. The odds of you
existing are less than winning the lottery, but here you are. Are you going to let
this extraordinary opportunity pass?
It was the first day of the rest of her life. This wasn't the day she was actually
born, but she knew that nothing would be the same from this day forward. Although
this was a bit scary to her, it was also extremely freeing. Her past was no longer
a burden or something that she needed to be concerned about and defend. She threw
off the covers keeping her warm in bed, placed her feet over the side of the bed,
slipped on her slipper, and took the first step of the first day of her new life.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
I checked in for the night at Out O The Way motel. What a bad choice that was.
First I took a shower and a spider crawled out of the drain. Next, the towel rack
fell down when I reached for the one small bath towel. This allowed the towel to
fall halfway into the toilet. I tried to watch a movie, but the remote control was
sticky and wouldn’t stop scrolling through the channels. I gave up for the night
and crawled into bed. I stretched out my leg and felt something furry by my foot.
Filled with fear, I reached down and to my surprise, I pulled out a raccoon skin
pair of underwear. After my initial relief that it wasn’t alive, the image of a
fat, ugly businessman wearing raccoon skin briefs filled my brain. I jumped out of
the bed, threw my toothbrush into my bag, and sprinted towards my car.
Twenty seconds were all that was left and Richard could hear each one tick by.
Fifteen seconds now remained and the panic began to fully set in. Ten seconds and
he wasn't sure he had enough time. Five seconds, four, three, two, one...
It really didn't matter what they did to him. He's already made up his mind.
Whatever came his way, he was prepared for the consequences. He knew in his heart
that the sacrifice he made was done with love and not hate no matter how others
decided to spin it.
There was something beautiful in his hate. It wasn't the hate itself as it was a
disgusting display of racism and intolerance. It was what propelled the hate and
the fact that although he had this hate, he didn't understand where it came from.
It was at that moment that she realized that there was hope in changing him.
