The child being carried on the back doesn’t know that the trek is long.
Pushing back the chair, my rich boss’ errant son shoots up to his feet. I suspect he doesn’t like what I’ve just said. Urging him to get a grip on himself doesn’t help either. He wears the tight expression of an angry bulldog as he hunches over my desk. “Who the heck are you to get in my way? Now listen carefully: tell those riff-raff at the reception to release the keys to that suite or else consider yourselves fired!”
A small chuckle escapes my lips. I remind myself that I’ve my orders not to let him or any of his friends lodge at the hotel again. Not even for an hour. Reclining on the softness of my leather chair, I diplomatically tell him that I can only let him in if I get a confirmation from his father.
He further threatens me.
Silence is his reward.
Still annoyed and perhaps frustrated too, he turns around and leaves, banging the door behind him.
Someone once said, “Life is like a prism; what you see depends on which side you are looking at.” That we enjoy certain privileges does not call for a slap-happy approach to life. Have you ever wondered how hard life is for the very unfortunate ones among us? I mean those who have no hope of when/where their next meal will come from? Those who move from one point to the other looking for a safe spot to rest at night just because they are socially unacceptable?
Being privileged is a blessing and should by no means be considered as a right.
**Um, this is my 100th post! What a privilege! LOL**