Flying high
A man may do an immense deal of good, if he does not care who gets the credit for it. ~Father Strickland, 1863
Somebody forgot to mention you in their all-powerful speech. Or acknowledge you. Or to look at you at the right moment – the moment where it mattered – where everyone will realize – or remember – that yes, it was because of YOU.
You were prepared to smile, to blush, to say that it was nothing, or that it did not matter, or that you did not want recognition, or anything.
But you were forgotten.
It was a slip, a sliver of a moment, but it hurt like hell.
