“Good morning”, he said.
“Good morning”, she answered back without lifting her eyes from the document she has been working on for the last couple of hours.
“How are you?” he asked, his voice resonating through the telephone handle.
“I am fine, how are you?” Angie answered back, lifting her head slowly, looking at the books in front of her desk and at the plant she had brought with her to the office this morning. His face started to take shape in front of her eyes. She could imagine his eyes, his beard, his moustaches, his lips, his winks when he smiles, his new -almost same- haircut… She could even smell his after-shave and his light perfume… She smiled… She wanted to tell him how much she missed him…
WHAT??? How did we reach this point? Did I miss something? And who is this guy she is talking to?
I am going to pretend that I didn’t hear or read or thought of these questions and simply move on… I am sure I have plenty of time to answer any of these questions, if not in this post probably in other posts.
The telephone call lasted for a few seconds and Angie hardly said anything except “hello”,”how are you” and “good bye”, but she didn’t need more than these words to send good thoughts and gratitude to the man who had just called her. She knew that things were going to be fine. She knew that the storm has passed or was about to end. She knew that it wouldn’t matter what is going to happen in a few minutes, or tomorrow or in the future. She felt that it wouldn’t matter how hard she would try to resist the flow, she knew that no matter how hard she will try to go against the flow, the flow will win… and what meant to be will be… She understood that it would be better to simply move on, relax and let things happen… She remembered a quote she read somewhere: “When we have accepted the worst, we have nothing more to lose. And that automatically means- we have everything to gain!”(Dale Carnegie)
She smiled to the flowers in front of her, to this life that is unfolding every second and every moment with each breath. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and tried to remember and to recall the moments she had… Then she took a deep breath and returned to chasing mistakes and hunting comas in the document she was reading.
The document she was reading had the following two quotes:
“The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it. There is no event greater in life than the appearance of new persons about our hearth, except it be the progress of the character which draws them.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
“People come and go from our lives and as we change and grow spiritually, we begin to notice that we draw people to us for special reasons. Maybe we have something to offer a friend that no one else can. Maybe a friend has a gift, or a lesson, for us that we wouldn’t have found on our own. There are no coincidences. It’s all part of our journey to experience these people and events at just the time when we are supposed to. Welcome them!” (Lissa Coffey)
And when she read the above two paragraphs, she didn’t want to stop to correct mistakes or to try to rephrase a sentence… She just wanted to listen to the wisdom of what was written. She wanted to take a walk, to call her friends, to cherish each moment and each second. She wanted to thank them for their presence, for their ideas, for their patience, and for all the things they taught her…
(Thank you for reading)
(I would like to dedicate this post to every single person reading this post, especially to Mr. Pierre Dagher, Ms. Aaed Ghanem, Mr. Hisham Nasr, Mr. Nabil Ramadan, Ms. Mona Nasreddine, Ms. Nadine Chemaly, Ms Maysan Marouf, Ms. Sahar al-Khalidi, Ms. Ritta Gabriel, Mrs. Rita Jabbour Maamari, Ms. Marita Maamari, Mr. Roger Maamari, Ms. Najate Rahi, Ms. Eugenie Rahi, Ms. Mireille Rahi, Mr. Youssef Gabriel, Mrs. Rania Tohme Gabriel, Ms. Ghada Gabriel, Ms. Randa Gabriel)….
(By Zeina Gabriel)