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Benjamin was looking out the window of a large
hotel in downtown Saint Luis. He watched the comings and goings of
people in the street like a multitude of busy little ants in
apparently useless jobs.
“Sir, in a few moments the event will begin.” It was a voice from behind the door. “Please, come down quickly.”
Benjamin immediately closed the window and began to get dressed. He stood in the doorway wondering if it was the appropriate choice going down to that event. He had never been familiar with the important people and confusion. He was accustomed to small country towns. Being here in St. Luis—a so big city with such an enveloping and chaotic center, caused him some apprehension.
“They will wait a little more.” he whispered with a long sigh as he was laying on the bed looking up at the ceiling. “No one will notice my absence. I am not one of the protagonists of that event.”
***
The occasion was an important annual meeting for beer producers. Each company participated by presenting one of their products for tasting and possible prize. In this event Benjamin’s presence was completely useless because, the company he was working with, although among the oldest, was certainly not among the great ones.
He had started many years before, after his father’s death. His family could not survive without a secure income. So, after carrying out a long fruitless searching between shops and small businesses in his area, that morning, looking for of a job, he had decided to try to the old brewery placed on a small hill not far from the border of his small town.
“I’m looking for a job.” He asked after a long waiting outside the entrance.
An old man showed up with a big white hat on his head and asked if he was aware about the kind of work in that factory.
Benjamin, stretching out his arm toward the building, had given an answer as to generate the old man’s hilarity. “Inside that factory, you distill the beer.”
“Beer can’t be distilled, boy. The process is different.” He smiled. “You have no idea of the work inside there, is not it?”
The boy shook his head. “I need to earn and I am ready to accept any job as long as honest.”
The old man smiled and stood a moment thinking about. “I might need some help, but only for one month. After so many years of confusion, I want to tidy up the lab and clean up the equipment. So, if you want, you can take care of it.”
For the first time, even temporarily, someone was offering him a job. Without any other prospect and, although it was for one month only, he hastened to agree to that proposal.
“Sir, in a few moments the event will begin.” It was a voice from behind the door. “Please, come down quickly.”
Benjamin immediately closed the window and began to get dressed. He stood in the doorway wondering if it was the appropriate choice going down to that event. He had never been familiar with the important people and confusion. He was accustomed to small country towns. Being here in St. Luis—a so big city with such an enveloping and chaotic center, caused him some apprehension.
“They will wait a little more.” he whispered with a long sigh as he was laying on the bed looking up at the ceiling. “No one will notice my absence. I am not one of the protagonists of that event.”
***
The occasion was an important annual meeting for beer producers. Each company participated by presenting one of their products for tasting and possible prize. In this event Benjamin’s presence was completely useless because, the company he was working with, although among the oldest, was certainly not among the great ones.
He had started many years before, after his father’s death. His family could not survive without a secure income. So, after carrying out a long fruitless searching between shops and small businesses in his area, that morning, looking for of a job, he had decided to try to the old brewery placed on a small hill not far from the border of his small town.
“I’m looking for a job.” He asked after a long waiting outside the entrance.
An old man showed up with a big white hat on his head and asked if he was aware about the kind of work in that factory.
Benjamin, stretching out his arm toward the building, had given an answer as to generate the old man’s hilarity. “Inside that factory, you distill the beer.”
“Beer can’t be distilled, boy. The process is different.” He smiled. “You have no idea of the work inside there, is not it?”
The boy shook his head. “I need to earn and I am ready to accept any job as long as honest.”
The old man smiled and stood a moment thinking about. “I might need some help, but only for one month. After so many years of confusion, I want to tidy up the lab and clean up the equipment. So, if you want, you can take care of it.”
For the first time, even temporarily, someone was offering him a job. Without any other prospect and, although it was for one month only, he hastened to agree to that proposal.
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Touch of Happiness
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