(114) – The Good, The Bad and The Bloody

When telling the headlines of a day or conveying a message, too many would like to begin with the bad news moving to the good news. Unlike those people, I’d like to start off with the good news of what happened today. I watched a new movie called The Internship; it talks about two salesmen who have very limited skills and are unemployed. They do their best but end up faking a job as interns at Google. They are the oldest dudes at the campus but the ones who could make change and inspire the little geniuses in such a playful and thrilling way. Besides, I’m now practicing more English talking to many American friends through Skype as well as reading as many blogs and books as I can, that actually helps a lot.

Moving to the bad news, my smart phone’s screen broke today after it fell into the ground. I have to admit that I’m against calling them “smart phones” because they’re not smart, they do just what we ask them to do, even though, they sometimes aren’t capable of functioning in the right way. On that score, I suggest they’re undeservedly called “smart”.

However, it annoyed me a little bit because I don’t have excess money to change the screen or get a new phone but that’s no big problem because I still can do without it and it’s still a material, I mean it’s just fine. If you disagree, wait till you listen to the bloody news.

At 4 p.m. while I was sitting with my mom in the kitchen cooking lunch, my youngest brother who’s 13 years old, knocked on the door hysterically. I was shocked actually and it got on my nerves until I opened the door to find his face and clothes covered in blood. He was shacking and very scared. one of his friends hit him by a stone while they were playing and it happened to strike him in the head above his eyebrow directly. Our neighbor is a doctor; so I ran to his apartment, rang the bell immediately and asked him to check up on my brother. He said this wound needs to be frowned as soon as possible. We took him to the emergency room and everything was fine then.

That opened my eyes to the blessings we wallow in everyday without even knowing that we’re blessed. At the hospital, I could hear many kids screaming and crying, a girl in her early twentieth was crying and moaning because she was hurt, an old man who was being hit by electric shocks to help his heart beat again after a heart attack and much more painful incidents. Thank God, we are healthy and in good shape, thank God we are well-off and have food on our table, thank God we are sane and able to control our minds and actions. Next time you think about complaining, please, give it another thought, you are blessed.