Today we continue the main story-line with part 4 of the first book. I hope you enjoy it!
She had always had it good and she knew it. Loving parents, loving husband, loving children and uncanny ability to take care of herself, regular yoga afternoons in the park She had a good life there was no doubt about it.
Paying it forward meant a great deal to Reisha and she continually sought out those who maybe hadn’t had such an easy path in life. She tried to help them anyway she could. Whether it was a couple of dollars or a sandwich to one of the vagabonds who warmed themselves on the subway grates downtown or stopping for a conversation with someone who looked as if the world had simply passed them by, she always did what she could.
Time was Reisha’s only enemy with training and children she found it hard to find the time to care. It usually was limited to trips to the gym or the grocery store when she had a chance to nurture her philanthropic side. Today was no different.
As she stood in line waiting to pay for her weekly groceries she was startled by the sudden yelling.
“What do you mean I can only buy three of these?” said the young blond haired girl. “ You put them on sale! What gives you the right to limit the amount I can buy? That is just stupid! It’s not my fault I got here first!”
The patrons in the store either pretended not to notice or shook there head in disgust. ‘Teenagers” they thought.
Reisha walked over to the young woman and put her hand on the girls shoulder to calm her down. In the blink of an eye Reisha felt her hand being twisted and pulled behind her back as she was sent careening into a mountain of soup cans.
Startled but not deterred she approached the girl again who was still yelling at the grocery clerk. This time she introduced herself but did not extend a hand towards her. “My name is Reisha” she said in a soothing voice. “I was just trying to help, I am sorry. Quite the reflexes you have there, where did you train?”
The young girl stopped yelling and looked at Reisha puzzled. “Crazy lady” she thought “Why is she apologizing to me?”
“I am so sorry” the young girl surprised herself by blurting it out.” I really didn’t mean to do that it was just a reaction and I am having a really really bad day.”
Instead of anger she only saw warmth in Reisha’s eyes and a small smile on her face. “ My name is Brianna” said the girl.
As store security started towards Brianna, Reisha stepped in front of them. “I am not hurt and I will help you clean up the mess. Please just let her go. We all have our days.”
After a little coercing the security guards agreed as long a Brianna left the store immediately and promised to never return which she did.
Reisha finished paying for her groceries a while later and started down the street to her car. There on a bench sat Brianna waiting for her. “Why did you help me after I threw you into the soup cans?” she asked.
Reisha sat down next to Brianna and took her by the hand. “With moves like that I would rather you be on my side than against me” she chuckled. “You know, with a little self control you could be really scary.”
Both of them shared a laugh and decided it might be a good idea for Brianna to meet Reisha in the park next Saturday for a little yoga and meditation. As a black Ducati slowly drove by the women said their goodbyes.
(To be continued…)
That’s it for today! The next two stories will be published week of 10/24/2016, next week. We will continue publishing two new stories every week leading up to the anticipated Project-X announcement.
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