Thomas rushed as every day to be in time at his office. But it was useless. As much as he ran, he knew Theresa will win and reproach him for his lack of punctuality. She was missus perfection. The guys thought that she must arrive before the doorman. She was always elegantly dressed, already composed behind her desk, with all neatly arranged, ready to give orders to everybody.
She didn’t have many friends among her coworkers. People used to see her and her office as an islet in the middle of the Ocean, beautiful, but lonely.
Thomas had to discuss a matter with her that Monday morning.
He knocked on the glass door, and she made a sign to let him pass without looking at him.
They worked some papers they needed to solve, and then she looked at Thomas with a deeply sad sight.
- Are you OK? Asked Thomas.
She seemed ashamed because she was unmasked in a weakness. - Well, thanks for asking, But I’m afraid I’m not well. In fact, I’m dying. Nobody knows this. Nobody seems to care, except you now, but I have a terminal Cancer. I’m raising two sons, and I don’t know what I’m going to do with them once I enter the hospital next week. My whole life is decomposing under the surface, while I’m trying to keep afloat my old habits as long as possible.
Thomas felt sorry for Theresa, after having thought so bad of her. - if you need help with your boys, feel free to ask me. I have two teenagers and a girl.
-Thank you, Thomas. It has been a pleasure to work and speak with you.
@Olga Brajnović
A true message. We never know what someone else is going through, appearances are not always what they seem. Thank you for joining in this week!
Thank you for keeping this challenge alive. You’re right. We never know what’s going on deep inside people around us, and sometimes we jump to wrong judgments.