Hey It Will be alright
This is a story I have just started writing let me know what you thnak.
Hey It Will Be Alright
Let me tell you a story, a story about a guy who never accomplished anything in his life. He wasn’t your normal Joe. He was secluded from the outside world and only went out of his small apartment to go to work and get any necessities he would need. He was lost from the outside world, and to him that was fine. What he didn’t know, that was about to change.
All his life he wanted the good life, to be happy, and have a family. He knew that was an urban legend now or was it just not his time. He wasn’t getting any younger; he was in his early forties and has all but given up on the good life. If there was the good life, were was it? He hated his life and with that he shut himself from the rest of the world.
Nights were unusually hard for him. Everything was all quiet and was the time when depression hit him the hardest. He did work, he thought if he didn’t work he probably would have been dead years earlier. He would pray at nights, to many to count. In his mind praying wasn’t even working. He hated waiting and he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. If he would stay in this condition, he would be dead before he was fifty. Maybe he needed some help. Maybe some anti-depression medicine would help? He wasn’t sure about that, he wasn’t too fond of medicine only would take it if it was the last choice.
He even thought about committing suicide once, but he knew he was stronger than that, or was he? He would many times fall asleep drunk, and he knew he had a drinking problem, and it would not get any better if things didn’t change. And change had to be soon. That was the last thing he remembers as he passes out on the couch, with a bottle of Jack in one hand and a Winston cigarette in the other.
He wakes the next morning with his head feeling like he just had brain surgery. He had an hour to get ready for work, which was work only. He didn’t much like the work and he knew that was the only thing that was keeping him together. He gets up takes a shower, looking in the mirror he see how bad off he really is. “Why have I gotten this bad?” He says. He looked like he was older than dirt. He was only forty-one and looked like he was sixty or so. What was he doing to himself, he was slowly killing himself. He drinks a cub of orange juice and a bagel and runs out the door to catch the bus to work.
The bus takes him like a block from work, he did the same thing every day in his life, and well except the weekends were he could drink more and pass out earlier. As soon as he gets to work he is summoned to the manager’s office. He was asked to sit and the two mangers looked at him. It was usually bad if one manager asked you back in the office, but two was even worst. “Mr. Stiles, we have to let you go.” The managers said. It was like a knife ripped my heart out and there was no defending myself. “You must understand, that this was a very hard decision and there is just no other way, we are downsizing and your department was one of them.” They said. I got up told them I understood and not even looking back I walked out and didn’t stop until I got to the bus stop.
It would be about a half-hour or so before the bus would arrive, so he had time to think. “Oh God why is this happening to me?” He said. “What have I done so wrong to deserve this?” He said. As he was hanging his head in his head suddenly all he could see was a pair of sexy legs. He looks up and sees a smile that you could not forget…but in his case he did, in his condition he could not remember last night let alone some of his past.
“Mike…Mike Stiles?” She said. She did look familiar, but just could not remember where I saw her before. It will come to me sometime soon I hope. “Yes, I am Mike Stiles.” I looked in her eyes; there was not a worry in the world in those eyes. “You don’t remember me? Do you?” She said. I tried to think of all the women I have met in my life, but for the God of me I could not picture this lady anywhere in my past..So I thought. “I am Carlene Rogers; we served together in the Navy back in 86-88.” She said. Now it dawned on me, it was a time in my life which was a happy time. Me and her dated or say we had companionship together a fling or one nightstands you get the point we were sexuality active.
“So Mike how have you been?” She said. “Hmm, never better, minus not having a job, I drink too much, smoke too much, have no family or friends and I am secluded in my own little world and have thought about killing myself.” Mike says. I tell her other than that I am fine. She looks at me with eyes that would kill you on sight, but she was still smiling at me. She takes something out of her coat, and hands me a business card. I look at her not evening looking at the card. “What is this?” He says. “Mike your prayers have been answered, so don’t be late.” She says. As I glance down at the card for a second and looking back up she was nowhere to be seen. It was like she was a ghost or something.
Taking a look at the card, inscribe on the care was “Angels of Love” I almost lost it, thinking to myself what kind of hoax was this. On the bottom of the card was her name and the address. No phone number, no cell phone or even a fax number. That was kind of odd considering most business cards had all that and now days even had email addresses, not this one. The address was in the south valley of Albuquerque not the greatest neighborhood to be at after dark. I turn the card over and in blue ink the writing of very nice handwriting “Your Guardian Angel…Saturday April 22nd at 7pm…this offer stands only once…so don’t be late. I almost busted out laughing. “Your guardian angel, yeah right nothing like that would ever happen to me.” Mike says. Or could it, he thought to himself, well I didn’t have anything to do on Saturday why not check it out.
I could not sleep at all that night, knowing tomorrow I would go to south valley and actually find out if this was a hoax. Than another thing came in my mind. It was Carlene Rogers, if she was my guardian angel, wouldn’t that mean she was dead. That was something I would check on the Internet the next morning. That night, for some reason out of the blue I felt really good about myself, and didn’t seem to have a worry in my life. And I didn’t have that feeling since I was in the Navy some odd twenty years earlier. It was a good feeling and really prayed it would continue. That night I didn’t even drink or smoke and was so happy I didn’t. I would sleep that night good, something else that happened rarely.