In the blink of an eye Greg Saunders watched his ex-wife remarry.
In that moment, that split second, he thought about killing himself.
He saw himself sitting on his second-hand couch, smoking his last cigarette, taking a shot of Jameson’s and then putting a bullet through his head... but then he thought he could live. That he could take that pack of cigarettes in his pocket and throw it in the trash. That he could go home and get rid of the damp second-hand couch.
That he could change.
Mr. Saunders wouldn’t have known it then, but if you asked him now he would say that was the moment he woke up. Woke up from playing a victim, woke up from caring about how “right” he was and how wrong everyone around him was. Woke up from his egotistical slumber.
As his ex-wife kissed her new husband, Greg Saunders also started a new beginning. Yes a single tear, maybe a few more, did roll off his face as the woman he called the love of his life walked down the aisle with what she called her soulmate.
He thought how Love has so many other words to describe it, but when you get down to it, Love is the only word that matters.
So the love of his life with her soulmate in hand jumped into a 1969 Corvette and rode off into a nearly perfect day in a completely perfect moment.
Greg Saunders smiled, threw his cigarettes in the trash and began to walk with new purpose.
Perfection had found him that day too.
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