The Mountaintop (A Slightly Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

       As soon as Harriet entered the building, she headed to the seventh floor. It would take her a while, but it was a journey she was willing to make; she would provide for her family. Little by little taking the steps (because the elevator was out), she'd climb one at a time. Slowly but surely she'd ascend the mountains before her. Each step was painful, still, she'd climb. Climb with gratitude. Climb with determination. Climb to overcome and thrive. She knew it would take longer, so she left her house earlier to give as much time as she needed.


       No one knew at first that she was making that journey (for she arrived earlier than others, and travelled alone), but she went regardless. She would provide for her family in a time of great need. She would find a way up and through the difficult climb. Pacing herself, she rose. One step. Pause. One step. Pause. Seconds at a time, making every one count. Giving half a minute or so before continuing on; slow and steady would win her race. After some time a floor was reached. "Floor one. Good.", she thought to herself, encouraged by her small victory. This journey went on for a half hour or so, taking each floor with a steel resolve and gratitude that would not be quenched. Floor two was then conquered, and three and four eventually followed, each met with a smile and memories that gave her the needed encouragement to continue on.


         One step and one floor at a time. She'd look at the time, then look at the memories in her mind again, laughing now at a few funny moments with her family over a holiday weekend. The fun. Such fun. Floor five and then six were seen and overcome. "The home stretch.", she thought, making her way to the seventh floor as the pain became stronger. Climbing, climbing, and the seventh floor was reached. Hobbling now to her desk she went and sat down. Somehow she managed to be the first one. Somehow she overcame and made it to the mountaintop. She did her work with gratitude, with enthusiasm, and then lunchtime came. She couldn't get up and decided to eat at her desk. Noticing she didn't join her coworkers they asked why. She explained the hurt she felt after a full scale play time that ended in a physically intense tickle fight with her grandkids over the holiday weekend. At the end of the conversation she laughed at the memories. Observing her gratitude and commitment the elevator was promptly dealt with that day and Harriet was given the week off, with pay, to heal. After she finished explaining her pain, her coworkers asked her, "Did you win the tickle fight?" . She quickly responded with a smile, "I won even before it started. I got to spend time with my family, and now I get to provide for them too.", beaming with joy that lead her to the mountaintop of life.


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