by Steve Mitchell
I see a coworker almost-yell a complaint. He’s older and thin but not quite frail. He paces down the aisle, anger in his stooped shoulders.
I walk the same aisle and think, I could take him.
It’s a stupid thought.
I don’t fight. I don’t ever fight. He could maybe ring my bell. Who knows?
Anyhow, this coworker isn’t often angry.
Everyone at work gets angry.
Everyone in the world gets angry.
And I think – there’s never a second when someone, somewhere, isn’t angry.
But what if, for just a scant, bare, microscopic iota of moment, no one anywhere in the entire foot-stomping, breath-holding, curse-swearing, stink-ball, rolling-blue world was angry?
It could happen.
It’s maybe happened.
Would we feel it?
© Steve Mitchell 2014