Yesterday a friend asked me if I'd enjoyed the recent bank holiday weekend.
"It seems ages ago now," I said. "It was good but the weather was shite though."
"I was glad the weather was shite," she said, "as I had an essay to write which is due any day now."
"Aha, so if the weather had been lovely and warm, you might have been distracted. Good for you!"
That's the thing about life, one man's shite is another's good.
Later as I was walking home, I saw this woman telling off her son. I noticed the woman was speaking Krio, the language we used to speak when I was living in Sierra Leone. So I stopped her and asked her if she was from S. Leone and she said yes. I asked her what school she'd attended. It turned out her primary school was not far from mine. Like me, she returned to the UK in the early 80s and hasn't been back since so the memories we both have of Freetown are untainted by the civil war. We chatted about old times. During those few minutes of conversation, her son was in bliss. As soon as we finished and I said goodbye, the bollocking resumed with earnest. Poor kid!
Even though my friend had been giving her son hell, I had spotted the good in that moment.
There is good in every moment, I just need to keep my eyes peeled.
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