The Start of a Colorful Journey

望星

I complaint a lot these days about something that we could not change.
Those who are close to me simply responded with silence out of care.
I found myself like the black hole
which absorbs every light coming close to it
yet feels as cold as its own darkness.

It is already a habit to conceal my uneasiness when meeting strangers
while showing my true colors gives my friends pains.
I decided this would be the better place for me to be myself
and stay invisible, without hurting anyone.

I may complain again and I may write about a colorful life.
I call it the start of a colorful journey.

走遍四方

厚朴

hehe , looking forward to next episode.

loriluo

May your journey more colorful, but more green,more red, less blue,less black.

望星

Hi there, thank you all for your comments!
Sorry that I was too busy in the last two weeks.
Perhaps I will end this thread and move my diary to my Journals section at this website.
You're so welcome to visit and share your stories in your comments.

望星

What would you do if a delivery man asked you to do him a favor and deliver a parcel to your absent neighbor in the same community? Well, I did not feel comfortable with this idea when receiving a parcel from a delivery man one Friday, though it rained more and more heavily and that guy had to attend a company meeting later in the day. It was so unprofessional for a delivery man to do that. Though I protested at the bottom of my heart, it was hard to deny, so I accepted the task to hand the parcel to my neighbor when he was back from work.

I totally forgot about my duty after my neighbor's parcel was brought home and laid quietly on the chair. When the door was closed, my mind was set on the regular track of my everyday routines automatically. After I came out of the shower room in that evening, the delivery man called and told me my neighbor was waiting at home for his parcel.

I flushed for my carelessness and dialed the phone number on that parcel right away. A middle-aged man answered the phone. He apologized for bringing me trouble and said he was already on his way to another city and would not be back until the next Monday. I was a bit upset because I would go back to my home town and see my parents at the weekends. The man thought for a while and asked me to put the parcel in a coded box he had just set up that day. "It is open with the right password now. Please just put in the parcel and move the codes. Then it will be closed until the right password is on again. Don't worry!The parcel is not something valuable." He said.

The rain stopped outside. Street lamps in the community were on. The box was almost 1.5kg in a rectangular shape. A little puzzled and curious, I found the neighbor's building. The passage was dark and wet. A gray-haired granny just came into the yard. She opened an iron gate while I was searching in the dark for the special parcel box as the recipient described. Before she closed it, she turned around and asked in a friendly tone, "Which apartment are you going to?" I thanked her and told her I was just looking for a big mail box. She went up. Later I finally located the box in the dark. It was larger than a regular mail box or milk box, and had a coded lock in the front. Such a lock was common on luggages, yet I had never heard it being used on a mail box! The cover was open. I lift the box and it just fit into the box. I ran my fingers through the codes, and the box was locked. So simple!

I double checked and then call the delivery man to inform the recipient. When all was done, I felt a kind of fulfillment all of a sudden. Thanks to the trust of the recipient and the kindness of the granny, this task turned out to be a special experience. What if a delivery man asks me to help next time? Well, I would say, "No way!"

Later, my flat mate complaint that she was asked to help deliver a parcel a second time. I told her I once became a delivery lady too.

September 17, 2010

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