A Piece Of Paper

         I woke up to a bright sunny day. After getting out of bed, I put on a shirt and a pair of pants to go to work. When I was looking for my car keys I found a piece of paper in my pocket that said ‘Call me now!’. On the crumpled paper, there was also a number whose last digit had been wiped out. At that moment, I couldn’t do anything. All the things that happened years ago flashed before my eyes and for a minute I could not find what I was supposed to feel.

         Years ago I called a number that written on a paper because I wanted to learn who the number belongs to but as a result of this action I was scammed. The person on the line when I made the call took all my money and got me fired by leaking information from the company I worked at. After that I lived a very poor life. I could not find any other job and I could not make any money either. I tried to live with the money that I saved when I was a student and when I had a job, but as the days went by, this money started to decrease and after a while it started to not be able to meet all my needs. Then the house I inherited from my mother was taken away from me because I couldn’t afford it. I packed my things and emptied the house to avoid any other problem. At the end of that day I lost all my hopes for life, such as having a good job or traveling the world. The worst of all, I knew that the reason of the terrible situation that I lived in was a phone number that I called because of my curiosity. At that moment of my life I started to think like I can not live anymore because all the things that belonged to me were taken from me but I did not give up. I had a battle with all the difficulties in life with all my power and effort and I won. I built my life and slowly started to gain hope again. In other words I put really big effort into putting my life in order so I really do not want to ruin it again with a phone number.

That’s why after a minute I quickly decided what to feel and kicked my curiosity out of my head. I decided that it is not worth the risk. I put the paper in my pocket again. I found my car keys. Then I hit the road to my work place. I felt really terrible on the road because of remembering these bad memories of mine. I had a feeling that these things from my past could happen again but when I arrived at work I learned that the phone number in my pocket actually belongs to one of my collaborators. I felt really relieved that the possibility of experiencing a bad situation like before had disappeared. I also asked the last digit of the number which was wiped out to him and saved his number into my phone.

At the end, this condition makes me remember the horrible things that I have been through but also makes me realize how strong I am to build this beautiful life and bring a new friend to me. That is the reason why I am so glad to live in this situation and have a memory of it.

 

 

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