The Road to Joy - Chapter III

Submitted by Arthur on Thu, 12/24/2015 - 07:20

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When I woke up, I felt sick. I sat up in bed, realizing I was already late for work. Then suddenly the memories of the previous night flooded into my recollection and I fell back onto my bed.

My sister was dead, and I would never get to see her get married and become a mother, which was always her wish. But it would never be. My anger again was aroused, and I spoke aloud to God, saying, "Why, Lord, have you taken my sister's life? Do you not have any consideration for human kind?"

Then, for a moment, I wished I could die and go to my sister. Quickly dismissing the thought from my mind, I felt ashamed. I thought on Sarah, and how I was being so selfish with my thoughts. Then suddenly I began to quake and feel fear. "What have I said to my Lord?" I thought, "Truly I should be struck down for my words." I wept again. I wept for my sister, I wept for my selfishness, and I wept for my response to God. Yet I still harbored an anger deep inside. Telling myself it wasn't against God, I then ignored it.

I turned my mind to Sarah. Oh how I now wished she had not left! In my great sorrow I wished I could be in her presence, to hear her comforting words. She seemed the only bright star in the dark night of my despair. She was a flower reaching out of the mist of the morning. If only I could reach her, talk with her, be with her.

I stood up resolutely. I would not let this sorrow conquer me. I would dry my tears and go to work. But first I composed a short letter to be sent by special post to Richmond:

"Dearest Sarah,

I write to you to inform you of my sister's death. Matilda's fever came back violently and she could not fight it. She died last night. I am stricken with grief. As you know I dearly loved my sister and find it hard to accept her death. I can only find happiness in thinking of you. I eagerly and impatiently await your return to Boston. I love you, Sarah.

Charles A. Douglas"

I stepped outside and waved down a cab. I never took a cab to work, but today I did not want to walk. I did not wish to have anymore time to myself, to think. Thinking was a sorrowful thing, so I resolved to busy myself with work.

When I arrived, I headed straight to my partner's office. Mr. Andrew Greene was his name. He, like me, was a younger man than most for the position he held, being only four years my superior. Mr. Greene was a jolly and cheerful man. He was a fine Christian man who gave much to his church. Though he was not exactly a humble man, he was not arrogant. He seemed to know how to make anyone laugh, and I knew no one who did not like him.

As I was coming close to his office, I heard him talking to an accountant. Suddenly I stopped short as I heard the words, "They have forgotten they have paid, made an error in their books. Therefore, we shall claim they haven't. They'll be none the wiser. Bill them again for the full one hundred thirteen dollars and eighty-five cents."

One hundred thirteen and eighty-five. That was the exact amount I received from a customer for a shipment made the other day. Now Mr. Greene was taking advantage of them for some mistake on their end. I stood there, not knowing what to do. I knew I must confront my partner, but how could I? And if I did, what would happen? Surely he would be angry at me. Would he even listen? And what would happen to our partnership?

My thoughts were interrupted by the end of the conversation within. "Yes, Mr. Jackson! And that's why good accountants like you are what this company needs. That way we will not make the same mistake." I heard Jackson stand up and go to open the door.

I rushed to think what to do. I quickly opened the door to act as if I had just walked up. In my rush I slammed the door into the exiting accountant knocking him off balance.

"I'm so very sorry," I blundered out, feeling just a bit awkward.

Andrew Greene just laughed. And his laugh was a big boisterous laugh that would make you smile no matter what mood you were in. "Oh, Douglas," he said in a humored tone. Then suddenly his face changed and he looked very concerned. I was sure he knew that I had overheard. But all that melted away when he opened his mouth, "Douglas," genuine concern flowed from his lips, "what are you doing here? You look terrible, and it's no surprise. I cannot imagine how you feel right now. I wasn't expecting to see you around for the next couple of days." He paused for a second, "I was going to swing by your house and give you this. Please understand my deepest sympathies are with you."

I took the small brown package tied up in string he held toward me and thanked him. "I just wanted to apologize for being late."

"There's no need," he interrupted, "no need at all. You should go home and take the day off. Go mourn, and let the Lord comfort you."

"I can work today; it's better this way." I said, trying to mask my sorrowful heart.

"Are you sure, Douglas? I don't mind at all if you leave for the weekend." Again he spoke lovingly, and it cut to my heart.

I thanked him again, assured him I could work, and headed to my own office. I sat down at my desk and my mind went to work. I couldn't help it. I must think, though it hurt much; but now I had a new struggle. Should I confront my friend? He was so loving and concerned for me. It cut my heart to think I would go against him after the love and concern he had just shown me.

Just at that moment when my heart was in so much turmoil a clerk entered. I looked up and tried to erase all emotions from my face. The clerk was Edward Hampton, a youth from a poor family that went to my church I had taken on as a clerk. He had proved his worth with hard work and a willingness to learn.

As Edward stood there I could see the sorrow on his face. I wondered what was wrong. "Mr. Douglas," he sounded as if he could hardly keep from weeping, "I heard about your sister's death." His words cut me to the heart. The reminder flooded me with the picture of my sister, pale and cold, lying lifeless on her bed. It was like I had a wound that was healing torn open, made worse by the tear. "I wanted to let you know my family sends their deepest sympathies. We'll all be praying for you and your family that you might be comforted."

I looked down and mumbled a thank you. He saw I was in great mental distress and quietly excused himself. And he was right, I was in great mental distress. My mind was fogged in a swirl of emotions.

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Author's age when written

Merry Christmas to all Apricotpie members and all those who read our writings. I pray you will think on the Savior who came to earth as a baby. He came to save us from our sins; such good and joyful news!

Comments don't like them.
"I love you (COMMA) Sarah"
"Yes (comma) Mr. Jackson!"
"Oh (comma) Douglas"
"Are you sure (comma) Douglas?"

"They have forgotten they have paid, so they haven't."
This was extremely confusing and I don't understand it.

"I sat down at my desk and my mind began to think"
His mind began to think?

I know you're going for the Lamplighter style and you're doing it very well, though I do admit that it's not my favorite style of literature, but you all already had the whole show/tell debate.

I loved this paragraph so much!

I turned my mind to Sarah. Oh how I now wished she had not left! In my great sorrow I wished I could be in her presence, to hear her comforting words. She seemed the only bright star in the dark night of my despair. She was a flower reaching out of the mist of the morning. If only I could reach her, talk with her, be with her.

Very descriptive and flowing, although there is the issue of commas that Kyleigh pointed out :/ Beautifully worded, though, especially that last sentence. Commas can be extremely useful in cultivating emotion in the reader, I've found, and here you have utilized to full potential!

I went back and read the first chapter again and YES! Absolutely dashing. I understand your style better now and I admire you for using this approach...I can't do that ;)

Huzzah for The Joyful Road!

When I worship, I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.

Shalom, Arthur.

I had a few minutes today so I skimmed over this. I'll try to go over it again when I have more time, but (at least in the first few paragraphs) I noticed that your narration was difficult to read. I tend to hear the words as I read, and because your sentences were all approximately the same length, your narration tended to sound abrupt and slightly monotonous. You could fix that by varying your sentence lengths, combining some of your sentences to create longer sentences between your shorter sentences.

Again, I'll try to give better thoughts when I've read it again.

“D’ye know what Calvary was? What? What? What? It was damnation; and he took it lovingly.”
~John Duncan

How interesting! I can't wait to

"She dead last night" should be "died"

"I took a cab to work, which I never did" Maybe "I never do" sounds better?!

Really good character description of Mr Greene. Enjoying the whole story, well done.

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

Kyleigh: Sometimes I'm dumb. I enjoy grammar, and thus am disappointed with myself...I wish I was better at it. Anyways, thank you for pointing those mistakes out. Hopefully I've clarified sufficiently the confusing parts.

Brighid: Thank you. Now that I'm looking at the story again I want to change it (the "style") ever so slightly... But I do not want to stop and rewrite everything now. I'll try to incorporate it into the last two or three chapters I need to write. So chapter six...

Benjamin: Yes, I can see what you mean. I'll try to work on that when I have time. Thank you.

Maddi: Thanks for pointing out the couple of mistakes. And thanks for reading!

"My greatest wish for my writing is that it would point you to the Savior."

Okay, just read over this again and it flows very well! I'm not sure exactly what changes you made but they were good.
I love this part:
"I turned my mind to Sarah. Oh how I now wished she had not left! In my great sorrow I wished I could be in her presence, to hear her comforting words. She seemed the only bright star in the dark night of my despair. She was a flower reaching out of the mist of the morning. If only I could reach her, talk with her, be with her."
It's beautiful.

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.