August 3, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
The corporate world was busy trying to wrap up their work for the week and for the month end before they left for home. I was already home, sitting at my desk, working before I headed out for a few errands. Suddenly I heard the security system beep indicating that someone has opened the garage door. That could mean only one thing, Raka was back.
Raka left at eight that morning to run with her school cross country team. I got up and went to the garage to find the entire cross country and track team there, outside the house. Raka saw me and gave a loud, warm shout, “Hi Dad!” Some of the kids knew me and added to her loud greeting, “Hi Mr. Sen!” Before the screams faded, Raka yelled again, “Dad, can you get me a pair of scissors, please?”
I did not know why they needed a pair of scissors, but there was no time to ask. I dashed into the house and came back with scissors and a jug of cold water. I realized that Raka was handing her fellow runners frozen popsicles as treats. The scissors were needed to cut the corners. The girls all stood as I walked over and cut the edges of the popsicles. As they took their first bites of the popsicles, the coach on the bike indicated it was time to get back on the road. The kids slowly got back on the road and screamed out one last time, “Thank you Mr. Sen!” At the end of the scream, I heard one voice stand out, “Thank you dad.”
I stood at the garage door for a second. I do not why, but I felt thrilled with life.
As I went back to my desk and tried to finish my work I still had a smile on my face. I have the best job on the planet.