I’m not the brightest person. Never have been, never aspire to be. But I have my moments.
I kept busy at my old job; too busy. I worked in the stereotypical cubicle, doing the job of a monkey. Yet it kept me busy. So I was happy.
Or else thought so at the time.
Then…I…I was falsly accused of stealing large sums of money from my company. And I will honestly tell you I did not. I was too busy to pull off a stunt like that, in between that and managing my tiny house.
I was fired on the spot no matter how much I pleaded. I did everything in my power to attempt to get my job back. But still the resisted.
I was crushed. The one stable thing was ripped out from beneath my feet.
So I was crying into a beer that night, when a girl slipped beside me. I looked into her crystal green eyes and knew.
It was love.
When that angel fell to earth, no one noticed…
... But when that angel slipped, I was there to help her up again.