He only did 1 thing, very well .
He never missed a promotion. He was loved by his mother. He was the envy of the competition wherever he worked.He easily made friends. He loved people, even though he was stamped as an introvert. He manages conflict with ease. He had one wonderful thing he did, only one thing, he threw the rest, only kept a few. But it was always one thing.
He was every girls dream. He wasn’t the handsomest, but the most loved. He was a woman’s dream come true. He was the soul of the party. He had his admirers stacked up against the wall when he passed. He blushed.
He manages people with grace. He had minimal enemies, in fact he had none. He helped, gave, he was generous in each helping hand, and then gave some more. The more he gave the more he rose above the humanly daily requirements to a higher ground. He flew above the crowd, his smooth operational skills made it seem effortless.
He was needed. When he doesn’t show up his space seemed like a volcano’s opening in the ground. He lived by the minute, enjoyed the seconds in every minute, he wished there was more to spread his sweetness. Everyone knew they could confide in him. He only did one thing.
He never intended to be like this. It only happened when he decided to start a new habit in his life. He chose wisely. He let go of the bad habits he grew up with. He knew what he had to keep and work on. He knew it was only one thing that would distinguish him from the pack. One thing only. Nothing else.
As the years rolled by, he noticed sudden changes in his surroundings and encounters. He noticed that people were nicer, kinder, better,more helpful, all by focusing on one trait. He had better days, nights and afternoons. He enjoyed endless happy hours, limitless laughter and joy, he had a lifetime supply of new friends, he was being honest and sincere in everything he did, but when asked about the true reason behind his happy succesful life, he knew it wasn’t that.
People call him friendly, but then again who isn’t? they called him helpful, not too many to go around. They saw him as their backbone, their friend in need, their soulmate, their final stop before giving up, he was there, he delivered.
As he laid his head on his pillow at night, just before he called it a day, just before his motors shut down for the night, just before he starts the recharging process, and exactly before his screen started to fade out, he did what he does best, one more time he thought, you can never get enough of a good thing…
He listened.
Man who know little say much.
Man who know much say little.
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