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When the world is on your case and no one reaches out a hand, what to do? Listen to more self-pitying music and put yourself through a maelstrom of emotional pain, or get up, get proactive and change you mood? The latter is the choice of champs.
You splash water over your face, jump up and down on the spot twenty times over and punch the air in swift jabs. You were born to win, you were born to win, you repeat to yourself over and over. With the energy of ten men, you scoot down the banisters, pick your keys off the hook and head to the car. You're going to the mall. You don't know why, but you have a feeling the remedy for your moodiness can be found there. Isn't everything?
You enter through the mall's sliding doors and look around. At all sides of you, shops glimmer and shimmer, entice and enthral. You are capable of buying just about anything today, so long as it sets you free from the shackles of self-pity. You wander from shop to shop and nothing. You go on, like the soldier you are. You know that if you just keep trying something will show itself. It doesn't. You lose heart and consider going to the music store to buy the best of Barbara Streisand and a carton of Ben and Jerry's. Things are not looking up.
As you walk through crowds of teenagers in adult make-up, you become disillusioned. With everything. You look at the ground to avoid meeting peoples' eyes. Then BANG someone knocks into you and pushes your face against a window. A very special window. It's there: exactly what you've been looking for.
Beams of heavenly light shine upon it, or so you think there is a chance you mentally projected the light, but not the thing itself the footstool. What else knows how to take away stress and troubles like a footstool? It is an item of furnishing that is designed so that you can put your feet up and allow it to take your weight. The saviour of the fallen? The footstool.
