November 12, 2006: Complaint Box
In a small park in a small town, there was tree. On the tree was nailed a Box. Over the box was a sign reading “Complaints”. Under which was an arrow pointing to the slot. One day an average man walked up to the box and slipped in a letter:
“Dear Whoever’s in Charge,
Day after day I read the local newspaper. Day after day I read about one guy who achieved fame and fortune. And day after day I wonder, “Why am I not this happy?”
Answer this question: Were we not put here on this stupid planet to achieve happiness? So how come I’m not happy?”
The man stood there for awhile to wait for a response, when a girl about five walked towards the complaint bow with a paper and crayon in hand. “Excuse me, mista, can you write a letter for me?”
The man nodded and took the two items from the girl and wrote down what she dictated, “Dear Mister God Person. Where’s my dog, Rover, who ran away a while ago? I pray that he’d come home, yet he never does. Please, if you find Rover, can you send him home? Yours truly, Sally.” The man finished writing and handed the note back to the girl. Sally then slipped it into the box. She then handed the man another piece of paper. “This is a picture of Rover. Can you put that in so God’ll know what he looks like?” The man looked at the picture, and herd a loud clang of a trash can nearby. He looked over.
“Hey, is that your dog?” He asked the girl, who looked over. Her eyes began to fill with joy as she ran towards the beast. She hugged the dog, took him by the collar and walked back to the man, gave him a hug, thanked him, and left for home.
The man smiled, reached into his pocket, took out a piece of paper and a pen.
“I would like to retract my former statement.”