New Shoes - the Saviour

 The lights in the room went off, the shoes lying in the corner turned black—which till then reflected brown. Switching off the only light in his white painted single bedroom, he closed his eyes to immerse into sleep.

Ross comes from a lower-middle-class family. His kin settle miles away from New York City. Those shoes which he bought on his way back from office, were his pride. Things were not good when he stayed back with his family years ago. The fortunate opportunity of him being offered a job in New York City turned it all around.

“Show me some good quality shoes,” his chin raised when he was at the Kathy shoe mart. While previously, when he didn’t possess a job, “please show me some low-cost shoes,” it went this way. But the appreciable quality of Ross was, he never let himself down—he accepted everything that came his way.

His all eyes were on shoes. Hurriedly he came out finishing his bath, he wanted to quickly skip into the final part of the dressing. Sitting down on the bed he pulled the shoes closer. Wearing them, he mimicked a jog—making his feet comfortable. Slight itching was felt but he ignored it.

Running down the apartment he reached the street—from where he takes a bus to the office. Ross was never late to the office, being considering the job as a boon. Standing in the aisle he took a glance at the new shoes in intervals. Ross was feeling the itch heavily, an edge in the shoe began biting him. He completely felt uncomfortable, but he had no time to go exchange them—need to be on time to the office.

As he crossed the shoe mart, where he bought the previous day, he decided to get down and exchange the shoes. He had no heart in being late to the office but his shoes made him get down.

Looking at another pair of shoes, he returned the previous—explaining the issue. About ten minutes later, after he got down the bus, he came out of the mart with new shoes. Standing at the entrance of the mart, he looked at his office building—just a street away, five minutes long.

As he continued to stare at the two enormously tall glassed buildings, he flashbacked all his struggles back in his town. How his life flipped, being entered into this office. His family living happily back in the town, as he is working here.

Crashing not just his thoughts, but floors of the building—a flight bumped into one of the two buildings. Making a huge noise, releasing thick smoke into the blue sky. While he was cemented at the same position—looking at the crash, the shopkeeper pulled him into the shop—as the streets started filling with toxic smoke.

He doesn’t know the reason behind the crash, or further what happens to his job. All he knew was, he was to be present on those top floors of the crashed building—if he didn’t stop for the shoe exchange.

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Endurance: the ability to suffer patiently an unpleasant or difficult situation without giving away.

Every difficulty you face, each hurdle—huge or small, that you come across, as a reason behind. Accept the situation you are in.

If you are affected by COVID—maybe your immune system need to be made strong for further epidemics to come. BE STRONG.