Life Is A Test
If you know your way, you will never be lost.
Zemora complains to her mother, “Mom, I am tired. I am tired of following these men around after I have paid them to do a job they were contracted for.”
“Calm down honey,” her mother tries to comfort her. “Who is it now?”
“Tony Walters Mom, he is the painter my co-worker recommended. I paid him half of the amount he charged according to his agreement, and the job should have finished five days ago.”
“So, what’s the hold-up?”
“I don’t know, he isn’t saying. What he has done, the plumber and the carpenter I hired did the same. I had to take them to court, and they lost. I don’t want to go down that road again,” Zemora threatens.
“He has broken his contractual agreement, so you have the right to hire someone else,” her mother suggests.
“That’s the point mom. I don’t want to. He is the third contractor that has broken their contractual agreement. Grandma always says, ‘Three is death.”
Mis Fayola chuckles saying, “She also says that the devil comes in many forms.”
“Oh Mom,” she pleads close to tears. “I am not prepared to fight Satan.”
“Honey,” taking her daughter’s hands, staring into her teary eyes, her mother reminds her, “your grandmother believes that everyone that comes into our lives, will give us a test consciously or unconsciously.”
“Mom,” Zemora said pulling away from her mother, “I don’t like tests, and I am no longer in school.”
Mrs Fayola laughs, as Zemora stares at her in shock. “Sorry baby,” her mother apologizes. “But life is a classroom, and living in this world, is a test. Any transaction or communication we do with each other, are a test. Driving to and from any destination is a test. Walking on the street is a test. Going to the park is a test. Going to the restaurant to eat, is a test. Humans go through many tests every day. Each test comes with consequences, lessons, and rewards. Plus, you have no reason to be complaining.”
“I don’t?” Zemora asks. “Why not?”
“Because your name means, ‘one who knows the way.’ And if you know your way, you will never be lost. Don’t allow situations or circumstances that life throws your way, to take charge of your life. This is a test, and if you fail, you will lose your way. Live up to that name girl!”
This piece was written because of my frustration with trade men whom I payed to fix my house. They moved me around in circles. It sometimes isn’t a good decision to hire people that you know.
Fayola: Walk with honor.
Zemora: One who knows the way.
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