Quickly, she hid her face with both hands hoping to conceal her emotions and sorrows from the eyes of the innocent babes that grabbed playfully at her naked legs. She choked and whispered in frustration, “I’m tired girls, I’m really tired. The day has just begun and already my body is bombarded from the fatigue and stress of yesterday.” “Where am I? Where the hell am I? Where is the attractive teenager that was living in her mother’s home only two years ago,” she stated in a clumsy hush. “Did I misplace my identity?” Confused, she tucked the dread-lock neatly under her natural hair and fastened it securely.
She pierced the mirror with her large, beautiful brown eyes hoping to find help outside the face that stared back at her questionably. How she wished there were someone standing behind the mirror that could respond positively to her unanswered questions and supply the help she needed. Unfortunately, she momentarily overlooked the reality that the bearer of the confused mind was also the vehicle for success and the reliever of her pains. Her dream lies within the safety deposit box that contains her mind, body and soul.
In disbelief, Janet sharply looked at her hurting, rough hands and shouted, “My job is too demanding, too intense and too time consuming. At this rate, I wonder if I could keep my sanity and work for the next fifty years.” Hurriedly, she tabulated the hours compressed in her regular schedule. She was convinced that her day was made up of more than twenty-four hours. She counted every minute between rising from bed in the morning at six o’clock and returning from work in the evening at six o’clock.
Half of the day was already taken up because of her commute and work. After factoring eight hours for sleeping she found out that there was only four hours left to do all her domestic tasks and other personal things on her daily schedule. She was convinced that one person could not supply the manpower to take care of all the activities mandated for each new day.
Excerpts from Smiling Faces from the book, "Do you make a difference, Do you?" by John T. Rodriguez
She pierced the mirror with her large, beautiful brown eyes hoping to find help outside the face that stared back at her questionably. How she wished there were someone standing behind the mirror that could respond positively to her unanswered questions and supply the help she needed. Unfortunately, she momentarily overlooked the reality that the bearer of the confused mind was also the vehicle for success and the reliever of her pains. Her dream lies within the safety deposit box that contains her mind, body and soul.
In disbelief, Janet sharply looked at her hurting, rough hands and shouted, “My job is too demanding, too intense and too time consuming. At this rate, I wonder if I could keep my sanity and work for the next fifty years.” Hurriedly, she tabulated the hours compressed in her regular schedule. She was convinced that her day was made up of more than twenty-four hours. She counted every minute between rising from bed in the morning at six o’clock and returning from work in the evening at six o’clock.
Half of the day was already taken up because of her commute and work. After factoring eight hours for sleeping she found out that there was only four hours left to do all her domestic tasks and other personal things on her daily schedule. She was convinced that one person could not supply the manpower to take care of all the activities mandated for each new day.
Excerpts from Smiling Faces from the book, "Do you make a difference, Do you?" by John T. Rodriguez
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