Single Mom Help - Juggling Life After a Divorce
The juggler stood poised, balls positioned in his hands, ready to take flight. The air in the big tent was electric, the spectators waiting to be regaled. The circus was all that everyone had expected it to be, and more, so expectations were at an all-time high for the finale. The juggler could feel his hands getting sweaty. It was time for the music to start.
The first chord resonated through the canopy as the juggler slowly tossed the first red ball into the expectant air. A child giggled as another ball went higher into the air, and then another and another. The crowd clapped and stomped their feet in approval. The juggler was exhilarated for what seemed like eternity. The crowd clapped as he thrilled them with the antics he had practiced and perfected his whole life. He was good, the best, and he was well aware of it. The crowd would walk away knowing they had witnessed the best.
A hush fell over the crowd as the balls careened out of control. The juggler leaned over to try to gracefully grab one ball back into play, tripped over an electrical chord, and lost his footing. The crowd gasped and then fell into silence as the juggler fell head first into the wooden makeshift floor, hitting his head and painting the floor blood red. The juggler looked up at the crowd sadly. He had let them down…
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