The ceiling light flickered.
“Bad timing!”, I grumbled. Nothing’s immutable in this life.
I lost my job and it felt like I was ran over by a truck.
The phone rang but I ignored it. I continued reading the “Game of Thrones.”
Her message played, “Kyle! They can only offer you sixteen hours a week. Call me soon if you’re interested.”
I turned the page and got caught by a line that made me pause and contemplate —
“A bruise is a lesson…and each lesson makes us better.”
I picked up the handset and started making a call.