life can be beautiful

 I walked into our office in Nice, France, and, as usual, the team, most of whom I have known for ten years or more, one by one jumped up to hug me, shake my hand, chat and joke with me. There was a new face, too, a beautiful one. I approached her last and introduced myself. She said ‘My name is L__, and you are like Obama.’ I laughed out loud and asked her what she meant. She said ‘I have never seen someone walk into a room and bring it to life the way that you did… everyone loves you.’ I was humbled and flattered. Such beautiful words from the beautiful L__. And we are still in contact to this day as she travels around the world. 

                  And today… awaking to a note from a friend of twenty years telling me she had a romantic morning as a way of reminding me that we should never flirt. And then begins an adventure of the nightmare kind; I set off in search of the third parcel in one month that FedEx tell me they couldn’t deliver. Different messages each time, no reason, but this one at least allows me the option of collecting, something that other two never did, even though they never provided an address. The collection option is like going to court for a crime that you never committed. Except that courts treat even those accused of murder with more respect. 

                  Finally, with parcel in hand, I depart and go home. I lie down to try to rid myself of the headache derived from the parcel adventure, then decide to walk to the bar for a Bloody Mary and a chat with the lovely lady who serves the drink. 

                  Life can be beautiful. 

 

 


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