I watched a man in a wheelchair today. He seemed to me to be paraplegic. He asked for a simple piece of toast and a coffee, which was brought to him by the staff. He is a local man; I watched his smile and happiness he exuded towards others as he enjoyed his piece of toast and a coffee. Savouring every piece and smiling with it. The problems of the world pass him by, he sees no Malice and I know he knows he is greater than he is now. Something beyond him is smiling down. Happiness is just that – a simple thing you create yourself. Happiness is a piece of toast and a coffee.

Written by Jock Brocas