Raindrops (a short story from the heart)
Oh Sweet Memorys
Sometimes, and from nowhere comes a friendship of extra ordinary importance. This short story is dedicated to so many people whom I have met on hub pages. You may or may not recognise yourself, but you can be sure that I am thinking of you. All names, places and terminology have been changed to make this story fiction.
Rachel was happy and content with her every day life, she muse to herself whilst eating breakfast of croissant and coffee, how uneventful her life had been so far. She had had her ups and downs, much like any other woman. But was taking every day in her stride now and looking forward to new beginnings. Richard was in the back ground stressing out at his list of clients today, wondering if he would ever have time for a break and a chance to sit and enjoy that bar of chocolate that he longed to eat. Driving for a living was taking it's toll on his body, as the pounds piled on; and his single minded fixation of chocolate was becoming an addiction.
The phone rang shrilly in the background, causing Rachel to jump from her seat with a start. Rachel immediately knew who it was; it was Elizabeth with a word of praise and comfort. Rachel had met Elizabeth in Spring whilst walking in the rain; and they had instantly warmed to each other and became very good friends. Rachel thought how it would be nice if they lived closer to one another, or better still next door and they could meet every day. Strangely enough, Rachel realised how close they had become, almost dependant on each other, and that they had to be in touch at least once a day.
Today was a special day as Rachel had agreed to have lunch in the town with her last employer Wesley. Wesley was a very kind man; and Rachel had enjoyed the time spent working with him. He had brought a solitude of a different nature into her life. He always supported Rachel's ambition; and often would prompt her to look at things in a different way. He never ridiculed her attempts to improve on her job, but rather, he sat back like a very wise owl, sitting, .... ready to pick up the pieces again if mistakes made her fall.
She looked forward to meeting some of her old workmates too. There was Bob, whom Rachel respected for his wisdom and warm heart and Roberta who always shared her thoughts so freely, but was like Rachel in some ways, she was never afraid to voice her opinion. Then there was Melanie, whom Rachel had met through Elizabeth, she was the mother hen of the group, kind and generous to a fault. And not to forget Chi, Bella, Christopher, the daddy of the crew, and Sally who had filled Rachel's place. She was only just settling into her position in the engine room.
Rachel understood just how important all the staff in the engine room where to sycronise the harmony of the ship; in which they were all afloat in. She was constantly amazed at the friends she had met; ....so many people who where talented and contributed to the welfare of the group. Running a ship of this enormous size was not easy, people came and went but the heart of the engine remained in tact.
Looking out of the window, amazed at the beautifully sunny day outside, Rachel recalled some of the miserable times she had spent before arriving at the ship. Days in which where full of raindrops ...plop...plop....plop; days in which her decisions had not been so easy to make. That seemed such a long time in the past now, and Rachel was elated to realise that the sunshine really was so like her life today. Warm, comforting and every day was a new challenge.
She watched the boys walk up the plank, well ....she romantically thought of it as a plank, but really it was a very sophisticated stair case. Each step dependant on the other for a sure footing. The conversation was loud and she envied the unity of such a large group of men. Each one respecting the other and always so pleased to offer each other their support. Further down the pier the girls in their beautiful sky blue uniforms walked linking arms, happy to be off on another journey together; she could hear them chatting about boyfriend's and make up. Such frivolity, but they all shared a strong bond; and words of wisdom and comfort as it was occasionally needed.
Rachel knew that she would miss all the company if she continued with her ambitions, but with the greatest of respect she knew it was the love and encouragement of all these people sailing in the ship today, that had given her the strength to carry on.
On reflection, she understood that raindrops had to fall before a loving sun dried up the tear drops, and made the ocean still and calm again.
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