The phone rings on occasion.
Everyone will stop to look towards the volunteer at the desk. She calls a name and most everyone goes back
to what they were doing. People drink
coffee; they sip at it softly, with wandering eyes. It’s relatively quiet and everyone is
waiting. People fidget and watch the
TV. People answer phones, speaking
softly into ears listening. Miles away.
They drink their coffee again. Drink. Fill. Repeat.
Like any other situation we fall into patterns.
I have a cup that sits, still steaming, next to my stack of
papers. It’s not worth drinking. What
you might expect is a hot cup of coffee, comforting aromas, rich warm taste and
all. What you might get is an oily
concoction of burnt out sludge, and it’s not a bad thing. You can’t expect this to be an
experience. It just is. You are waiting. Not for anything in particular. You are waiting for a moment in time. You get the call and the waiting ends. It’s pretty simple really. The people surrounding you are doing the
same.
They wait. They are
called to the phone. They leave…or they
continue to wait.
It’s not about whether good things happen to bad people.
It’s
not about whether bad things happen to good people.
We are all here.
We are all people.
The fact is things happen to people.
Things just happen to people.
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