OK, so the deal did NOT go through because at the last minute_________________________(YOU fill in the blank!) You were tasting that money weren't you? Your plans were to pay that bill, stock up on supplies, get someone a gift, etc.... (Of course, it NEVER entered your mind to do something for yourself, right?)
Now, if THAT wasn't enough, you get a call from your wonderfully faithful & loyal seller asking you to please cancel the listing because: ___________________________(YOU fill in the blank!)
No problem, you've adjusted yourself to this before, so again, with a shrug of the shoulders, retrospective thinking, and a water-under-the-bridge-outlook, you take the stoic mask out of your "treasure chest", blow the dust off and slap it on your face! NEXT!
On to the computer to send out updates to your remaining sellers and buyers! Hmmm... among the list of messages is an emailed letter from one of the seller's attorneys announcing that the short sale due to close in just 2 days was foreclosed on TODAY!! WOW!! WOW!! WOW!!
WAIT!! There's more........ On your way home, you discover a freshly positioned "FOR SALE" sign stuck in the yard of:_______________________________(YOU fill in the blank!)
Knees don't fail me now, you're thinking, as you wobble inside the door. You collapse in your favorite chair clutching the mail that was gathered from the mailbox on your way in. Your eyes spy a particular envelope.... The script is unmistakably handwritten, the stamp affixed lopsided, and it's return address is not present. Your brow instinctively forms a puzzled expression as you brace yourself in minuscule moments of silence...
Hearing yourself breathe, you hesitate before opening it after finding no clue present indicating whom the sender may be. Your musings dismissed the finality of it being junk mail.... Nah! this appeared to be TOO authentic! A small amount of precaution registered when a fleeting glint of "anthrax" peeped out amidst the tally of fear mongering images poised to invade your mind. Well, you quickly discard that supposition - smug in your knowledge of prevention, your sniffer is already pre-conditioned on what to do!
"It's amazing how curiosity can practically eradicate thoughts of freshly experienced bad news!!"
OK I'M OPENING IT... you think inwardly... Of course, you then proceed to salvage through all the other mail first. Sighing, you rehearse the happenings of your day, seeking justifiable consoling... to no avail. Tears fail to come. Slinging your coat to the chair, you walk over to the refrigerator to get a cold one. OH GOOD! Husband left some orange juice in the carton! Cool!
Sitting to the table in the kitchen, it finally happens... flowing, then rolling, peaking to unrestrained gushes... blinding both eyes... the pent up tears irrevocably make their escape... upon witnessing the contents of the decisively opened letter:
It's an ORIGINAL drawing sent by a child showing gifts being presented to THE KING! Suddenly... nothing else that could ever transpire THIS DAY mattered...
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