Sing his Way to Work

Today is Friday, the last working day of the week. I always love Friday, knowing that weekend is near.

After suffering the usual morning rush to work, I finally reach my destination. I alight from the train and take a 10 minutes walk to work.

A few of us are walking on the same street, suddenly an Indian man in front of me starts to sing. He sings a very light and cheerful tune. The birds sing along with him. The grass suddenly looks greener and the sky brighter.

I am shock! Never in my working life have I seen anyone singing his way to work. I can imagine the joy of ending a work day and desire to sing on the way home. But sing on the way to work?

Why is he so happy to go to work? He is a blue-collar worker, wearing his overall. He is just an employee, so am I. But he is singing and I am dragging my legs to work. Is work so enjoyable that he breaks out in joyous song?

Come to think of it, he is a healthy living being, so am I. To wake up every morning is a miracle. To possess a healthy body and able to work to make a living is a gift.

The Indian man has a lot to be joyful for. So am I.

We may not be rich materially yet, but we are rich in every sense.

So I should sing my way to work next Monday morning. Let me see, will "Old McDonald had a Farm" be appropriate?