one of those things in life~

Rain...... that's what most of us in this part of Malaysia has been facing for the past four days.

"I hate blasted rains", those were the thoughts of Paul. The rain reminds him of the time his father passed away 3 years ago. It was a tough reality of life he had to accept. His father was his only family after his mother left the family when he was only 3 years of age.

The rains only reminded him of how painful it was to lose his only family and how much he hated his mother who left the family because his father's business did not do well. His father told him his mother passed away when he was a baby. Paul found out the painful truth after he read his father's diary he found while clearing his father's room after his father passed away. Strangely, his father never blamed his mother for leaving, and still wrote about how much he loved her.

Paul never truly understood his father's feelings for his heartless mother.

He pretty much spent his childhood in his father's office - their only home. His father was close to being broke, the office was their home, tables became their bed at night and newspaper became their blanket when it got cold at night. Paul's father was trying to run a business supplying printing paper to offices.

Competition was tough, business was so slow, expenditure simply overran income. Two years in the business and they were at the brink of financial oblivion. That's when Paul's mother decided she wasn't going to hang around a loser and left the family, leaving Paul at three years of age.

Twenty four years has since passed, Paul and his father made it through the tough times. The company is now one of the largest suppliers of paper to major offices in the country and Paul was hell bent on making sure his father's legacy would go on. It was his destiny!

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It's a Friday evening, Paul runs through the accounts for the day before closing up. The phone rings, Paul answers it and he hears an unfamiliar voice.

"Paul, is that you?"

"Yes, Paul speaking. Who is this please?"

"I don't know how to say this... but I am your mother."

"I don't have a mother. She left the family a long time ago."

"I know you must be angry, but I saw the advertisement of Dave's passing."

"You sure have a lot of concern for someone who left us for broke."

"I............. I..............."

"Have a nice day." Paul hangs up.

He never heard a call from her again.

So often people are quick to judge just like how Paul's mother judged her husband when the business was not doing well. It is a common sight in this materialistic world we live in. I personally know of friends who went through a similar circumstance in life.

It's not nice to judge someone........ people are who they are because of circumstances in their lives. Let them be who they are and you be who you are. We are all different and are special. It of us were given a gift from God called life.