I was sipping my coffee
on the porch this morning
and I watched a little boy
that was coming down the street.
He was dragging behind him
two plastic lawn chairs,
stacked one-on-top-of the other.
By the bitter, pained look on his face, it seemed
as though he was hating his task immensely.
He stopped down there,
right in front of my porch.
Yet, he didn't even notice me up here.
His eyes were fixated on a small, silver coin in his path.
He let go of the chairs with the abandonment
found only in a child tossing an old toy aside for a new.
He bent down and picked up the coin,
then rubbed it with his thumb.
It was too far away for me to tell it's denomination.
After looking at it closely, he stuck it in his pocket …
His face was now beaming as he first looked up into the sky
and then back down and around in search of his chairs.
He picked them up and began dragging them off again.
But now …
So help me …
Accompanying his new-found grin,
was a noticeable, bouncing joy in his step.
I wish … we could all find a coin like that.
Witnessing this moment in time, gave me a "chin up" epiphany at a really sad time in my life. It showed me that even something really simple like that could, and would, eventually bring me back to "Happy".