“Hey, today is Sunday”, I shouted. Immediately, I ran to the kitchen to get the breakfast ready and I also got dressed at about 7:30am. Guess what? I quietly walked to my shoe rack and selected a silver shoe which complimented my silver hand bag. After the service, I walked down an isle with a friend that was very excited over the events that took place. I was so tuned to her story that I was certainly unaware of the stair case. Unfortunately for me, I tripped and my shoe gave way when I was about placing my foot on a step. “Ooo!” I cried, “My shoe!” I failed to realise that I had sustained an injury as a result of the fall. What did it matter? I was only weeping for my silver shoe. It’s gone! “But why?”, I asked myself. Then, I realized that the silver shoe needed to rest which I had denied it. Well, the shoe had to take a rest by force! I finally got home barefooted despite the fact that I left home fully dressed. I think it wasn’t a bad day after all! Or what do you think?
well, not a bad day afterall for you but a bad day for your silver shoe. At last the shoe is taking its rest now.