Two 8 year old boys were walking along
happily enjoying their icy poles, on a warm sunny afternoon. ‘Life is pretty
good’ said the look on one boy’s face. ‘I am totally living in the moment and I
don’t even have to try’ said the look on the other boy’s face. Side by side,
the brothers delighted in a treat that made a good day even sweeter.
And then it happened.
Half of the red icy pole had broken off and
fallen with a dull splat onto the footpath. The boy didn’t notice at first, and
kept walking. But when he did notice, his face fell, and the contentment turned
to sorrow. He stopped. Paused. Half turned and kept looking backwards and
forwards from the remainder of his icy pole in his hand to the now melting mess
on the warm ground.
He stepped to go back, to do what? Retrieve
it? But no, he knew it was a lost cause and so accepting his fate, he continued
walking and didn’t look back again.
Loss is a harsh lesson to learn, especially
when it’s unexpected, on a perfect and sunny summer’s afternoon when you’re an
8 year old boy eating an icy pole.
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