Thursday, August 18, 2016

Surprisingly Wonderful Inside

A while back, while shopping at Meijer, I came across this book sitting amongst the journals. I opened it up to discover that each page had the first couple of sentences of a possible story, followed by empty space for a creative person to fill. I love to write, so I bought it, brought it home and then just never found the time to open it up again, until today. Just feels good to be creative. I hope you enjoy this short, short story. The story prompt is in bold letters.


It was just ridiculous enough to be true. Then again, she could be making the whole thing up. It was just so hard to imagine Diane’s father, the respectable banker who never left the house without a suit and tie, actually do what she said he does.

Ordinarily, he seems so stuffy and completely focused on business. He is very polite, but will only speak to you when necessary. And now that I am thinking about it, I don’t think I have ever seen him smile.

I have seen how he is in his own home, while visiting Diane; he is just the same. He doesn’t seem to know how to kick back and relax, or have fun. I didn’t think the word “fun” was even in his vocabulary.

But boy, every time I think about this unfamiliar side of her dad, it brings a smile to my face. She told me I had to keep it a secret. He doesn’t want anyone making a big deal about it. But it is a big deal!

Every Saturday morning, this man who appears to not have a silly bone in his body, trades his stuffy suit and tie for the most colorful clown suit I have ever seen (we snuck into his closet one day so she could show it to me). Then he puts on a wig and paints his face with a layer of happy-face makeup. The thought of it all makes me want to laugh out loud. I would just love to see him all dressed up like that one day.

Once he has completed his transformation, he gets in his car and drives over to the hospital. You see, every Saturday, Diane’s dad visits the pediatric ward there. He spends his entire Saturday going from room to room telling jokes, performing magic tricks and singing silly songs; doing whatever it takes to put a smile on the faces of those ailing little boys and girls. He will even take the time to sit and cry with them when their day just doesn’t feel worthy of a smile.

I will never look at him the same again. In fact, I will never judge anyone by their outward appearance again. Because now, when I look at someone I don’t know, or even while looking at someone I think I know very well, I will think about the surprisingly wonderful silly heart that was hiding under a proper stuffy suit, and I will remember that there is so much we don’t know about a person that is hidden under their outer shell.