The cold rain dripped
over Joe's face slithering on his coat; he strode frowning, pale and jaded,
concentrated on his miserable existence to the office. As far as work was
concerned, he felt stuck in a rut, without hope of promotion; his social life
was just as awful as his job, since in his view, most of his friends and
colleagues were snob and two-faced people. He was so obsessed with his thoughts
that he did not realize that he was crossing the road. Suddenly, he heard a
squeal; as he turned a flash blinded his eyes, and after a crash all became
dark.
No sooner had Joe woken
up than a sweet voice whispered :” Hello, my name is Pam. Thanks God, you are
awakening; you have been on the verge of
dying because an accident, but fortunately you are over the worst and you will recover.”
She was a gentle, middle aged nurse whose smile lit up the hospital's room.
As days went by Joe got
to admire Pam's patience as well as her generosity. Even he dared to tell her
:”You are a lively, blissful woman. I suppose you should have a cheerful family
and an exciting life; it’s for this reason that you show always so kind.” Pam's answer was :” I regret to disappoint
you; my husband disappeared two years ago, and I have a rebellious, teen son,
and a weak, old mother after whom I look. So that I work from dawn to dusk in
order to earn a ridiculous salary. However I am lucky of being healthy and
strong enough to cope with all my troubles.”
Finally, Joe returned
home. It was a warm spring morning; Joe strolled grinning and stirred,
self-confident and convinced that neither niceness nor ugliness exist : "
beauty is on the eye of the beholder".
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