The secrey of life is everywhere

Harold N. A. Hurry was a man who was like his middle and last names, always in a hurry.

He complained so much that he’d often miss out on the little blessings that were all around. In fact, his favorite saying was, “Isn’t there any goodness left in the world?”

Harold drove to the post office and was in a hurry, as usual. He was angry because the red light wasn’t turning green fast enough, as well as the man in the car next to him that was singing off-key with his windows rolled down.

The man was singing the old Dinah Washington song, “I Don’t Hurt Anymore.” Harold rolled his eyes, as well as his window up to drown out the noise of the man.

While standing in line at the post office, there was a woman in front of him with so many packages. He tapped his foot in aggravation as she smiled. “Does she have to do this now?” he muttered under his breath. Finally, he threw his envelopes down on the counter along with a $10 bill. He looked at the clerk angry and said, “Keep the change. I simply don’t have the time!”

Finally, Harold stopped at the grocery store where he faced his biggest obstacle yet: a woman with not one, not two, but three buggies full of groceries.

Harold was irate. He threw his two items on the floor and stormed out of the store. When he got inside his car, he asked angry, “God, isn’t there any good left in the world? I have to sit through a tone-def song at a red light that takes forever to change. I have to stand in line at the post office when I should’ve just been in and out, and I have to wait in line at the grocery store for some women to buy everything they had to sell.”

Harold stormed out of the parking lot and headed home. Any goodness left, he wondered. Anyone making a difference, he wondered.

Examples of humanity, he wondered.

Had Harold known the tone-def gentleman, he would’ve understood that the gentleman’s wife cheated on him months ago, and that day was the first day the gentleman was finally able to get out of bed and stop being depressed.

Had he been a little more patient, Harold would’ve overheard the woman tell the postal employee that those packages were going for those families in certain parts of the country who lost their homes do to various natural disasters.

Had Harold not had “too little time” on his hands, he would’ve known that the three buggies of groceries were being purchased by that same woman to help feed the homeless. How she paid for it all, you might ask? With 100 -percent of her income tax check.

I know we have so much going on in our lives. In fact, some of us have lives that live us. However, if we take time to see those little things we don’t bother to notice, then we begin to see that the treasures in life that we’ve been trying so hard to find were right in front of us the whole time.