My day sucked, or at least that's what I thought when I was walking to my car at the end of the day.
I have a great job and a great boss but today I had gotten chewed out for something stupid and I deserved it. That made it ten times worse. If it was something where I was made the fall guy, that would be one thing, but I knew I was in the wrong and I deserved the one on one.
About the time I reached my car, I got a call from my father. I dreaded that because, for the last several months, my father has been a chore to listen to on the phone because he has been deeply depressed. I don't blame him for that, though. He's always been active and when his doctor screwed up his cortisone shots to his neck that's supposed to alleviate the pain from his neck problems, he's been bedridden every day after three PM for the last two months and hasn't been able to go anywhere so I don't blame him. I'd be in a bad mood to but I made sure to talk to him on a regular basis despite the fact that I dreaded our conversation because I knew it was important to let him know that people were thinking about him.
His situation just sucks for someone who's retired and supposed to be enjoying life. However, today, he called me and was his old self. Apparently he'd found some hope that things would get better. We talked for hours. We talked politics, religion, current events, and everything under the sun and I enjoyed every minute of it.
It felt good and I realized how much I missed those talks and suddenly it was as if a cloud over my head had disappeared. Hope is truly a wonderful thing.
Tonight, I will go to bed with a smile on my face.



