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Thursday, January 13, 2011
The Grinch That Almost Stole Christmas
When I look back on Christmas 2010, I will be grateful for the season for many reasons but one incident stands out above the rest. This is a story of how the Grinch almost stole my Christmas spirit. It was the week of Christmas and I was heading to my nephews' Christmas pageant by bus. We were suppose to meet at my mother's house first but when I realized that I was going to be too late, I decided to jump on a train and head to their school. I needed to call my mother and let her know I would meet them at the school but I didn't have a cell phone on me. I don't need to tell you I was a little stressed but fortunately, ( I thought) there were two phones in the train station. So I tried to call her on the first phone but a man who I had not noticed before started, "Miss, can I have some change, can you spare something...blah blah blah" I was very annoyed with the interruption and not in a good mood so I snapped back sharply, " I don't have any more change" ( which was the truth) and preceded to ignore his conversation.
I continued placing my call only to find out that the phone did not work. I could hear my sister on the other end of the phone but she could not hear me. After a lot of shouting on my part the telephone just swallowed my money and I realized with dismay that I had no more change. So I headed to the token booth to ask the clerk to change a dollar bill for me. She was sitting there with a small mound of change but looked at me and started screaming, "No, I am not giving you any of my change." She continued with her loud outburst and shouting for a few minutes. I was surprised by the scene she was making and was about to say something nasty when the same man who I had just brushed off came to my rescue. "Don't get upset miss, you need quarters for the phone?" and handed me four quarters. At that moment I realized that Christmas was much more than the stress I was feeling and it was also a good time to receive as well as give. So I humbly thanked him and made my call. Sometimes the lessons I learn come from left field.
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