There is beauty in everything. Nothing in life is necessarily horrid. It’s just a matter of perspective. These are the words I live by and these will also be the words I die by.

On a rather bitter Sunday, I am walking out of a hotel and I hear a “crunch” sound as I take my first step outside. It was snowing. How had I not noticed? Just when I thought matters couldn’t get any worse. With even more dread than when I was inside the hotel I walked across the street towards Abbey Road. I don’t know where I am going nor why I was going to this particular road. I am a very successful person who is very fortunate yet I have lost my mind and my sense of direction. Abbey Road is right ahead of me and I do not hesitate to cross it. I hear the roar of an engine belonging to a 1964 Chevrolet Impala off in the distance. Those things are old. As I walk slowly and steadily across the road I think: “maybe someone is taking a picture of me right now for their album cover… I might even get paid” I can only dream at this point. After having my wallet stolen with much of my money, hoping for that cash to come back somehow was on the top of my mind. Having crossed a very memorable road has done nothing for me. I do not feel any different. I start laughing hysterically. “Oh God I feel like a Beatle or whatever”. As soon as I said that a Mother with her young child looked at me raising an eyebrow in mild disapproval. She whispered to the child “He’s crazy sweetie lets get out of here” then jolted away with the child in her arms. Me, now even more depressed, turned around and found myself staring into a glass window of a restaurant called: SMUGGLERS INN . I could see many things such as a lengthy line of people awaiting to be served, A bar with wine glasses hanging from the ceiling, people sitting down and laughing having a great time. The opposite of me. There was also the smell of barbecue sauce which was irresistible. What really caught my eye however was my own reflection. I was alarmed to see that I had went outside in my work clothes. Jet black pants, A vanilla white button up shirt tucked in neatly, and a red tie that had been cluttered with the rain of snowflakes. Even my curly blonde hair was sagged over due to the snow. At least my aqua blue eyes remained along with my pale skin. Had I really been this absent-minded? Was it not cold? I did not understand. At that point I had had enough of my pointless walk outside and so I had started to turn back when I caught a glimpse of an old man beckoning to me. He was waiving his hand for me to notice. As soon as he caught my gaze he told me to come where he is. I did as he said. As I came closer I noticed that he was wearing a Jewish outfit along with the cap. From his surroundings and where he was seated, I assumed he was less fortunate. Also opposite of me. He told me that I looked lost and I told him that it was not me that was lost but my wallet. “Oh I see” said the man. He reached into his coat pocket and took out a wallet. It was my wallet. I was absolutely shocked. “I saw this lying around the front entrance of the hotel over there. I figured it would be yours after looking at the dismay on your face”. I couldn’t believe it. The amount of joy bursting from inside of me of uncontrollable. “Th-thank you so much! you saved my life. Is there anything I could possibly do for you?, I owe you as much” The old man then said “Actually there is one thing I would like you to tell me… do you have any set creed you go by in life?” I was confused at first, thinking about what I should say, then I realized that I did always tell myself this one principle my friend had told me. “There is beauty in everything. Nothing in life is necessarily horrid. It’s just a matter of perspective. I don’t know if this is really a “creed” but these words are definitely something I live by. They will also be the words I die by”. The old man stared right into my eyes. Then looked up into my hair. Then back into my eyes. “Sure doesn’t look like it though” said the old man finally. “What do you mean?” I narrow my eyes down at him and he looks away and tips his Jewish hat down. He did not answer for a while so I tried to escape the conversation: “Thanks for finding my wallet”. I walk away with my shoes still crunching the snow. I look back into the window of the restaurant to see my reflection. “What does he mean?”

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