So you wake up:

Let’s pretend --- I love these kinds of posts….You wake up early in the morning, shower and dress. Sit down at the table and munch on your favorite breakfast food, possibly while reading the news or watching TV. The sun is shining and birds are singing and fluffy little cotton clouds roll on a bright blue sky. Good Day so far….
You jump in your car/truck/bike and off to work/school you race. Listening to your favorite music or maybe to a motivational CD or learning a new language. You walk in and say your good mornings and receive them back with smiles. Good Day so far…
While at work/school perhaps you meet someone new and make a new friend, or find out you really do love someone. Good Day so far…
You work on a project all day and complete it with many complements given to you on your job well done. Good Day so far…..
Driving home, the same routine, listening to your favorites, enjoying the view, just making a wind down from the very progressive day. Good Day so far….
At home you of course change into comfortable clothes, maybe dinner is set and waiting on you, or you may have to make it yourself. You eat and enjoy every morsel of food savoring the flavors smelling the smells, having a good conversation as you dine. Good Day so far…
Later you may choose to watch a movie or read, talk on the phone or go out... what ever your heart desires because… it’s a Good Day so far…..
Late night, time for rest, you climb into your bed, soft and warm, lay your head on the cool pillow and close your eyes. You reflect on the day, maybe the work/school events, or the conversations you had, maybe the fact you found a friend or just realized you were in love. You get that tingly butterfly feeling in you stomach for tomorrows endeavor to come…Good Day so far…
It’s dark; in the silence you feel your bed jolt as if in a dream. You wake to pressure on your body; struggling to open you eyes. It feels as if sand or gravel were in them as you blink wildly to clear to see, it’s too dark…. You can’t move with a heavy weight and feel a sharp pain in one of your limbs as if you were being pierced by an object. Struggling to free your self you find that it is futile.
Your breathing is labored by the weight on your chest and by the confusion of not knowing what is going on. Its silent, no birds chirping, no music, or TV, no friends chatter. Your body aches from the contortion of being pinned in your once comfortable bed. . Minutes pass, or is it hours?
What happened? Where did those sweet smells and sounds go? The flutter of a new friendship or love, the happiness of a completed project, you lay and wonder….Where is my Good Day?



It’s an earth quake….as you have your Good Day, think of the helpless in China….