I stood on the brink of a hope, gingerly sticking a toe forward, testing the new life ahead. It felt cold, tingly and a little unexplainable. I had a choice before me, to either scamper back into my comfort-zone or go out there and explore this strange new life. Suddenly a hand shoved me forward and I fell. Face first, legs up, yeah, very graceful. I never did find out who pushed. (Grrr, the rascal)
Though someone told me that it was God’s hand and his/her way of saying, “c’mon now, stop being a chicken, I haven’t got all day to hold the door open.”

Anyway having fallen I had no choice but to pretend that it’s all part of my clever plot. So I continued to have a conversation with the ground for a few minutes before getting up and smiling evilly at an imaginary friend.

Feeling not unlike a fool, I walked ahead holding my nose high. You know those times when you squint your eyes a little and can see the tip of your nose? Well this happened to be one of those times. My nose seemed to sport a pimple about an ant’s size a little off the center. That as we all know, is not a good thing. It hampers one’s progress in life and distracts the mankind that surrounds one.
Unfortunate circumstances befall the victim; a hero comes along and saves the day. Alas in real life, heroes have better things to do. So the victim has to dodge all these misfortunes, carry a pimple on the nose and scuttle through this cruel cruel life. Of course there’s melting hot chocolate and some very nice strawberries with cream that make life worth living after all.