12/6/15
A Day In the Life of Jared Benjamin
By Jack Schnall
Today I wake up at six in the morning, to make sure everything’s running smoothly. My name is Jared Benjamin, a thirty year old man, and I am the owner of The Swan tavern in Williamsburg, Virginia. When I get out of my warm, comfortable bed, I put on my clothes and think about how my day will go. I try not to wake up my two sons, Abraham and Archibald, and also my wife Azuba. I hope that nobody causes any trouble today. I don’t feel like dealing with a fight or anything like that. Anyway, When I go into the dining room, I see my two workers getting everything ready for the long day of work. I can already tell that it is going to be a great day of work. It is surprisingly busy for this time of day. As the sun keeps rising, I say to one of the workers,
“How are you doing this morning?” She replied.
“Actually, not too well. My youngest son is feeling sick. I am really worried about him.” I say back to her.
“I am so sorry. Have you taken him to the apothecary yet? Maybe they can cure him.” She says now in tears.
“Yes, and all they did was bleed him. The only thing that it did, was make him sleepy!” I say back to her.
“Do you want to take the day off from work? She replied.
“No thank you. I really need to stay here and work because I need the money.”
So I walked over to the kitchen and saw the chef preparing his ingredients for the day.
I asked him, “Do need anything else that you need for the food?”
He replied, “I have everything I need. Thanks for asking.”
I said back, “Well it sure does smell delicious!”
As it was getting closer and closer to eight o’clock in the morning, opening time, I was just waiting to hear the first footsteps on my squeaky, wooden floorboard. I couldn’t wait to meet new customers. I always try to make new friends. Right before opening time, I hear my family run downstairs to catch a quick breakfast before the tavern opens to the public. They ask the chef for some bread. When they started eating, I sat down and just talked to them for a while. I take in the sound of the warm bread crunching in their mouths, as I prepare for a large crowd of noisy people. When I get up from the table, I walk over to the door so I could open the tavern for the day. As a walk over, I think about my worker’s son. I pray to god that my sons don’t get sick like that. I love them so much, and I never want anything to happen to them. I also pray that he gets better. I was very happy this morning, until now. I am feeling down. I can’t stop thinking about how sicknesses affect so many people, so am trying to forget about everything, and enjoy beautiful day in America.