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The Hole Within
The Hole Within
“Have a good great day Mr. King” - said the doorman as he held open the big crystal doors that led to the street just outside of the big fancy apartment complex that this was. “Thank you Noah, I will” – said Mr. King as he looked at his Omega watch and began walking as usual, to his office on downtown New York. Not long from his apartment complex, a couple of blocks away, there lived a hobo which he mockingly called “Muffin” for his soft voice, every day he passed by and Muffin stretched his and out asking for money. Muffin lived in a big container, enough to fit a bunch of people in it,down a dark alley who he shared with rats and cats, just like many other hobos in New York do. “ Have some spare change today Mr. King? “ asked Muffin. “No”- answered Mr. King “ But I heard, Muffin, that if you pray to angel that gives everyone else money, we will soon give you some too” said Mr. King barely containing his laugh. “ Really ? “ Said Muffin. “Thank you Mr. King, I will sure pray to that lady so I can have a lot of stuff like you !”. “Don’t pray too loud” – said Mr. King as he walked down the street finally releasing his laugh and entering this fancy building where he had his office, working as CFO of a shipping company that exported precious metals and objects just as valuables.
Over the next couple of days, things were as usual. Mr. King worked on his big office and Muffin was entertained doing his own stuff in his beloved alley. But soon enough things started to get hard for Mr. King at work, he lost his job, his apartment, his expensive suits, his high-end jewelry and finally, his will to move on. Just as he was walking home from work, for the last time, carrying a big box with all of the stuff he used to mess around with at work, he passed by Muffin`s alley. “ Why are you looking sad Mr. King? “ asked Muffin. “ I have lost everything, now I have nothing, just like you Muffin” Mr. King said. “ I have everything “ Muffin replied. Just as he said this a moment of silence was created. A kind voice coming from the dark alley, specifically the big container, broke the silence. “ Dinner is ready John” said a woman. “ Ill be right there “ answered Muffin. A kids giggle could be heard coming from inside the container. “ I have everything “ said Muffin again, turning his back against Mr. King and disappearing into the darkness. As Mr. King realized that true happiness comes from within and is formed by the people you love, not by the things you own. He fell flat on the ground, dropping his big box and started to weep, for days one would think.
