As we spoke, she told me about how she was the last one in her office. The other cubicles were empty, the parking lot was sparse, and that it was indeed her last day. There was a pang of, I would call it survivor's guilt, because I still had a job, and she was losing hers. But then she told me this, "No, no, it's alright. It really is. I'm 63. I always loved playing piano, at my church, family gatherings, things like that,... but I never had the chance to teach my kids or grandkids how to play it. Because I gave my all to my career. I'm not sad it's over. I'm happy the second part of my career in life is starting. I want to teach them, and others how to play piano. But you know what? If I could do it all over again? I would have chosen to start much sooner."
As I said goodbye and wished her
well, I sat back in my chair, and did break into tears. First time I was glad
for cubicle walls. Some of sadness, some of joy. Joy because she would be
alright, and because she gave me a life lesson that even 6 years later, I
still, and will always, carry with me. It is NEVER too late to try to make your
own happiness. But the thing is to believe you are worth the time and effort to
have it.
- Mario, the Artisan Rogue
Illustrator, Voice Actor, Writer, Animal Rights Activist
Illustrator, Voice Actor, Writer, Animal Rights Activist
www.theartisanrogue.com
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