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Be grateful, always!

be grateful, obsessively.
There's this girl that caught my attention last night. I was working late, Lies, I was watching a movie till late. Somewhere half-way through, nikaboeka. So I decided maybe it's best if I utilised by 'insomnia moments' to free-up some space on my kampiuta.

My computer; Local disk D

I love my comp, it's mine anyway 😛. So, this computer has everything everywhere. I have a hundred and one folders. I have been planning for the day I will arrange everything appropriately, I am still planning. When I do, trust me, I will give you tips on how to. Love is sharing...right? 

 Fast forward, I am done deleting old stuff that I don't really think I will be needing again, compiling the approved assignments in one folder, the rejected ones(yes, there are times the devil is on your case and you get assignments rejected, yes, with a very low rating *sob sob) on another etc. I notice my Computer's local disk D only has a few GBs of storage remaining. I click it open to see the items that have decided to establish a home in there. 

 I come across this folder, 'little angel'. I am struck with grief. Yes, I attempt fighting back the tears that well up around my eyes but then I remember, I am alone, so I can cry all I want. I am thinking, why is life so unfair? I am at the verge of asking God many questions but then I remember that that is not right. 

Little angles story

I renamed this folder this way because I truly feel the little girl is shining with the angles, or has become an angel herself. Sometime last year, a client, through another client (power of referrals) asked me to complete some tasks for her. This time, I was required to make motion pictures with some background music. The client had over 2000 photos of her little girl. These photos were the contents of the 'little angel' folder. The girl had succumbed to cancer. Yes, looking at her photos she must have been around 7-8 years, but yes, she got cancer. 

 The photos, being very many, tell a story. By looking at them, you can easily see the journey the girl has been through. Through the photos, I saw how cancer slowly consumed the little one. Sad. From her hair falling off, her teeth oh, Gosh. Ata sijui niseme nini.

 I remember doing the edits but crying all through. It was a tough assignment. One that I was not going to charge a single penny for. There was no way I could. 

Lesson Learnt

I was inspired by the girl, and the mom. They always wore their smiles. I could easily tell the mother was always there for her, all through the stages. She evidently did everything humanly possible to see to it that her daughter was happy, albeit for a short time. Their photos speak volumes. Lots of love.  They enjoyed valuable moments together. And don't get it twisted, she has very many photos of the two of them together, long before even the girl fell sick. Kakiwa kadogo bado. The girl must have known/felt her mother's love; for real. 

 I did not delete anything on my local disk D. I just knelt, said a word of prayer and retired went to bed. Reflecting on my own life, I realised I have a lot to be grateful for, so do you. Quit the whining. What you think is a bad day for you would be a day in paradise for another. 

Be grateful, always, and like they always say; treat people you meet kindly, they would be fighting battles you know nothing about. 

 (C) Mama Carla 2018

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