The One Day

   Mr Smith woke up as usually at 5.00 am. Although no... not this way...

   Mr Smith opened his eyes as usually at 5.00 am. Then he turned on the other side, on the back, stretched, yawned, closed his eyes, said to him self: “Good morning! Come on, loser, it's time to get up!”, then he yawned, stretched and got up... Standart procedure that takes place every morning... Smith woke up at approximately 5.10 am when he looked at the window... and stretched... and yawned. Smith had a revelation caused by unknown reason:

   “What a wonderful morning!”

   And Mr Smith felt that he had the ability to change his wretched existence.

   “How long will I live flop by flop? Basta! Today brings out the best of me!”

   Well, how long will you stay here? Come on, Smitty, - said Smith to himself - take a shower. Remarkable achievements are waiting for us!”

   Smith started to sing simple ditty that he had composed... right now:

“Wouldn't it be cool if all the superheroes tried to look like me

And I had never had to choose between to be and not to be

And I always used effective ways

There were no black and even gray

Oooh, lines in my life...

Wouldn't it be cool if I could make a good progress

With all I did – wouldn't it be a great success

Imagine life was like a song

But you'd never missed the point and never gone badly wrong

If one day boss beg and plead to help him do succeed

I would be so unaffected I'd say: “Success is guaranteed

When you do... do...”

Wouldn’t it be cool if I had never lost my nerve

And wouldn't it be cool if I came to the restaurant with her

And told about feelings that I had

And she didn't say that I was mad as I did

Wouldn't I do succeed?..”

   And he started talking to himself again (of course, after stretching and yawning):

   Wow, I sang so rarely but even if I sang – it was dismal failure. Today is really great day!

   It was suddenly remembered that he had been interested in arts a century ago and had had an excellent grasp of painting. But he had failed an exam to the Academy of Arts and gone out of business... Because dad decided (he broke down all my life!): “It's not man’s deal!” so I have to win the respect working as top-manager.

   I start a new life from today! It's the end of dashed hopes and dooms to failure!

Excellent! The strong decision is the first step to success.

   Well, maybe I can't enjoy the fruits of my hard work as top-manager but what if I can make useful contributions as ads manager?- imagination started to show how he gained good marks for his work.

   "But didn't trust me, Mr Boss. You said that my work is recipe for disaster, didn't you? Look at the result – I'd call it “the right person is on his place”.

  Oh, sorry, facepalm! I really used to consider if an office-manager become an ads manager it will be a spectacular failure. But you showed me my mistakes.

   That's OK! But if your *Boss* will congratulate you on the brilliant success don't forget about your modest colleague.”

   And next important thing I should do is to make a breakthrough and...

…wake up...

by Jack Russell

05.2012