Tuesday, December 8, 2015

All the hands

Reflected upon my eyes were the gloomy clouds. The morning was quite dark and it did forced me to fight with my struggles upon repulsing on waking up very early in the morning.

It was raining outside. But it was a light one. All of the pathways, the walkways, the stairs and everything unshaded were wet by the drops.

It was just an unfortunate, that as I was on my feet heading towards the ground floor through the stairs, the sole of my shoes failed to grip me tight on my stands. It was slippery.

I thought it was enough for only one slide, but it summed up to be three steps I have skidded. Lucky enough, I didn't trip. I didn't fell. I still could hold on to my balance. It was only my feet.

The best part of the incident was all the hands that offered me their helps. Even the ones that I'm not close with, and the ones that I didn't even know. At least I know—the world is still safe.

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