A Broken Umbrella
With the howling wind and driving rain, delivering papers was not something I looked forward to doing. My umbrella started to be ripped apart by the fourth house and yet the job still needed to be completed. I persisted in keeping the papers close to my chest and the bits of umbrella around my face but it was impossible to stay dry. More work came from trying to hold on to an ineffective umbrella and to keep myself from being injured. When I got back and realized my daughter was sick and would probably not be going to school, I decided to tackle her part of the job as well. By now I was soaking wet anyways, so I changed my approach and set out without an umbrella but with the papers wrapped in plastic. The wind was still roaring but it didn't seem quite as bad. I didn't realize how cold and wet I really was until the job was done but a sense of satisfaction was there that could only come from following through on something difficult. While walking, I composed a verse to ad...