Last
Friday...
I feel
sleepless, like every morning I do. It’s 06.20 am. Get up, prepare children, get
prepared, leave the children to the kindergarten, catch the subway, run to the
language course building. And the routine goes on. I run back to the subway as
the lesson ends. I plan lots of things. On my way home in the subway, I sit in
the car and list the places I’ll visit, mentally. Even the earphone cannot take
me dreaming, travelling in my imagination. I always have problem with focusing
on the moment I live. Always! My hurry also comes from the very long to-do list…
I went to my
car and clicked on the key button. But the door didn’t open. I tried to get
into the second-handed car I bought. I looked for a key image and BINGO! I
found it!
I got in the
car but I couldn’t ride it. I told all the beautiful words I knew ‘’Come on my
beauty, you are also a veteran, don’t leave me, come on…’’
It didn’t
help… My inner voice started to push the outer. It’s time to talk like madly.
Everything goes to a side, the most important thing is to start the engine.
I don’t need
to think much about who to call in such a situation. I texted to Teacher
Annica.
The
accumulator is over…
After two
minutes I receive the answer:
I’m coming.
An angel in
our life! Annica, keeps her mission ongoing all the time, comes with her car.
Her superman husband follows her with a minibus. An amazing, impressive view…
Annica the Angel’s husband, comes like Superman and charges the accumulator.
The car will
charge for an hour. Annica offered me to go to the shopping center I wanted to
go three weeks ago. Annica raised me up while my plans and to-do lists were all
ruined. We went to the shopping center half an hour away and bought what I
needed.
While we
were shopping, my phone rang. I willingly answered ‘YES’ to the question asked to
me on the phone ‘’Can you give lesson for 1.5 hours at a public school?’’
My battery
was low; due to sleepless nights, ruined plans, and broken key. But I fulfilled
my accumulator of hopes with Annica the Angel’s help, and the phone call right
on the Jumuah.
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