Sunny Side Down

Jump (Grant)

"I don't know if I have ever been feared,

but I know that I've been loved.

I don't know if terror will get me far,

but I can speak on admiration.

                                                                                                          And Just being Honest

I'm not certain if fear will make enemies kneel,

but I can tell you that love inspires true loyalty.

I'm doubtful if fear is enough to kill for,

but I know love sent Christ to the Cross.

And Just being Real

I'm unsure if fear can always turn a good man evil,

but I have witnessed love turning sinners into Saints.

I don't believe that the feared shall always leave a legacy,

but I believe that the loved shall never be forgotten.

And Just being Truthful

I don't know if fear can make me bold,

but I know that love can make it worth it.

I don't know if I can ever live without fear,

but I know that love can make me fight it.

I don't know if I'll ever choose to be feared more than loved,

but I'm sure that I'd choose to live a life of love than a fearful one.....

.........every single time"

I read the poem over and over, checking for any grammatical errors. It was true, I would always choose love. As I put my phone back in my pocket I noticed my manager, Mick, coming towards me.

"Leaving for the night?" I asked.

"Mhmmm," he answered. "Make sure all that stock is put away before you go. It's probably gonna be real slow tonight, which gives you more than enough time to make the department spotless."

"Yeah, I'm on it," I answered.

"Good man," he answered. "Alright, I'll see you on-

"Monday morning," I interrupted. I always took Sunday off for church and chill, even during the summer. It was the best day to relax and finish everything I needed to.

"Right," Mick said. He gave me a firm handshake and walked out the door. I didn't mind working Saturday nights. Low traffic, easy customers; it was like I got paid to walk around and text. During the week it was a different story. This time of the year I did full time hours, especially since Fourth of July wasn't too far away. Being a salesman had its perks: commission, commission, and commission. At the same time it had its pitfalls: headaches, extreme aggravation, and the overwhelming desire to punch someone in the face. I just love my job.        

Minutes turned to hours, the night really seemed to fly by. I rang up the occasional customer in between my pacing of the sales floor. Shelves overflowing with home supplies and "as seen on T.V." trinkets filled my gaze. I spent the majority of the night tethered to my phone texting Harley. Adopting the name from the infamous Batman character, I liked the sound of Harley a lot more than Samantha. It fit her better. Long time classmate, short time friend; Harley and I only really got close a month or so before graduation. We hung out once at a party and from that day forward I became her favorite person. I took my duties as such very seriously. One of those duties, which was more of a pleasure, was to text her daily.