ONE TIME, I HAD A TWO-WHOLE-DAY TRAINING— both days start at 8:00, end before evening. We were then at the first day of session, with the next day for continuation.
AS THE FIRST DAY ENDED AT 5:30, I drove straight home somewhat in a hurry. Nearing home at around 8:30, I saw our lights off like there’s nobody.
AS I ALIGHTED TO OPEN THE GATE, my neighbor came to me with hurried gait. With strained voice she said, “Rudy, your wife died!” Dumbstruck, I got again in the car and cried.
I REACHED THE HOSPITAL AT 10:30, in the morgue my wife was waiting for me. But they wouldn’t let me see my wife still, until I had paid the hospital bill.
WHILE THEY PROCESSED, I WAS ASKED TO SIT DOWN— it’s the longest wait ever, filled with frown. When bill came, I paid it with great hunger; then I saw my wife, victim of cancer.
TWELVE MIDNIGHT, MY WIFE TO MORTUARY; long story short, all got arranged at 3:00. Then, suddenly, I remembered something: “Today is the second day of training!”
IF I HAD TO PROCEED WITH THE TRAINING, I’d sleep no more, go home, be preparing. But there’s another option remaining: “Call client, saying I can’t be coming.”
I ASK: “IF YOU’RE IN MY SITUATION, will you proceed or do cancellation?” If proceed, can your heart carry it on? Plus you’re wakeful all night, sadness a ton?
HONESTLY, I FELT LIKE CANCELLING IT. For this, someone told me, “Why cancel it? She’s dead. Nothing you can do about it!” As if just some cat that gave up spirit.
BUT THEN, IF INDEED I’D BE CANCELLING, out the window, my commitment flying. Not be! Hence, I was there when day opened, and not a soul did I tell what happened!
both days start at 8:00, end before evening.
We were then at the first day of session,
with the next day for continuation.
AS THE FIRST DAY ENDED AT 5:30,
I drove straight home somewhat in a hurry.
Nearing home at around 8:30,
I saw our lights off like there’s nobody.
AS I ALIGHTED TO OPEN THE GATE,
my neighbor came to me with hurried gait.
With strained voice she said, “Rudy, your wife died!”
Dumbstruck, I got again in the car and cried.
I REACHED THE HOSPITAL AT 10:30,
in the morgue my wife was waiting for me.
But they wouldn’t let me see my wife still,
until I had paid the hospital bill.
WHILE THEY PROCESSED, I WAS ASKED TO SIT DOWN—
it’s the longest wait ever, filled with frown.
When bill came, I paid it with great hunger;
then I saw my wife, victim of cancer.
TWELVE MIDNIGHT, MY WIFE TO MORTUARY;
long story short, all got arranged at 3:00.
Then, suddenly, I remembered something:
“Today is the second day of training!”
IF I HAD TO PROCEED WITH THE TRAINING,
I’d sleep no more, go home, be preparing.
But there’s another option remaining:
“Call client, saying I can’t be coming.”
I ASK: “IF YOU’RE IN MY SITUATION,
will you proceed or do cancellation?”
If proceed, can your heart carry it on?
Plus you’re wakeful all night, sadness a ton?
HONESTLY, I FELT LIKE CANCELLING IT.
For this, someone told me, “Why cancel it?
She’s dead. Nothing you can do about it!”
As if just some cat that gave up spirit.
BUT THEN, IF INDEED I’D BE CANCELLING,
out the window, my commitment flying.
Not be! Hence, I was there when day opened,
and not a soul did I tell what happened!
Amen!
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