grace

there is a woman who works at my office, across the hall from me. she is small and thin and advanced in years. the office she works in is chaotic and often filled with voracious banter. it's not unique - everyone around here complains. yet she always remains quiet and composed. she is mellow and sweet, like almonds swimming in honey. i have never seen her angry, nor complaining, and she has only the most quieting effect on everyone she passes. she would wish well on the devil himself.

yesterday i almost murdered the copier. i had my leg fully cocked and was about to kick my foot into oblivion when she strolled in and smiled and said, "boy, they're keepin' you busy." all i could do was smile, embarassed at the futility of my situation and enchanted by her becalming demeanor.

one day i found out her only son was shot dead by drug related gang gunfire.

i guess, for the least fortunate, with tragedy, grace remains.



This post is philosophical and introspective-y.




This post is also a bitch du jour.