some shower

After what I would even call a packed week, I rang Leens up to see what the pre-race plans were. Leens is a great friend - you see, there aren't all that many friends who can actually double up as sports doctor, psychologist and friend all at the same time. The friend told me to come by and chill in front of the fire, the sports doctor wanted me to sleep and eat well and the pyschologist wanted to know how the week had been.
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That's when I began to recount what had gone on during the week. Strange, each day had some sort of mini-disaster in store for Euph'. The best of them being no doubt the result of my well-intended morning jog.
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I remember parking my car on Thursday morning and expressing my thankfulness for the shower at work outloud. I excitedly jumped into the shower to recompense the early physical effort, but only to be greeted by ice-cold-and-getting-colder-by-the-second temperatures. I cranked up the hot hoping any second, the reserve tank might kick in. No chance ...
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*That's right, the hot water is off today, how could I forget*
I chose not to let that affect me, an invaluable lesson I have been learning, and dried my hair, thankful that the heating was at last working in the offices.
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About 2h30 later, a manager from our floor frantically ran to the cleaning closet. "Euph', the shower!" I ran to the flood scene to help and it pretty bad. Worse than a simple leak. In fact, the hot had began working again and so had everyone else, ignoring the flood until their feet were in a puddle. Water flooded all down the hallway, into the next WC, sept deep into the carpet and crept under the manager's door. In fact, you can still see a stain now. I realized, I had no doubt forgot to turn off the hot tap and this was all my fault. How embarrassing.
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Come Friday, I told Leens how happy I was about the weekend. That was, without realizing I would be caught in a snowstorm that evening and experience a total loss of control in my dear Charlette on a mountain road.
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Similarly and through the storm of life, especially when everything seems to go wrong, I am tempted to see my cup half empty rather than half full. Am I the only one? The lesson of last week made me thankful for my life and happier than ever for what I have.