It had all begun when he was a little boy. One year a circus had come to town. In the morning a big parade was held in main street. He could see the clowns walking around making people laugh. He would watch the clowns’ faces as they walked by. The big noses and the funny walks made him feel happy.
It was poor times, and his father was out of work. His family couldnt afford any material benefits, but each year his father collected enough money so that he could take his son to the circus. Hand in hand they would walk to the circus, just a couple of blocks away. He would have a big smile on his face, because it was the only time he would feel better than his friends. For a whole year he would dream of the clowns in the circus ring. Imagine their grimace, funny walks and pranks on each other. The tight- rope walker and the elephants were amusing, but they werent the highlight.
He was certain; He would be a clown when he became older.After many years, he changed town and started on a career as an accountant in a big company. Nobody knew him better than by name, and nobody cared. He just sat there behind his desk, working, day after day, week after week. He was an every chiefs dream. But he was also a lonely man with no friends who would say; How are we today?His colleagues envied him, so they froze him out. He could see the guys meet in a corner.
Whispering and giving him looks. He tried to be a pal, but they didnt want him to. He was the average guy, with average pay and an average apartment. But he wasnt miserable. Of course hed like some friends and a girlfriend to talk with, but since he didnt have any, he thought it was the way it was supposed to be. His job was to earn money and sit behind his desk smiling to everybody. Since nobody cared, they didnt know about his hobby. For a few years ago, a dream of his had fulfilled when he got a week to prove his ability as a clown in the towns circus.
He had been a great success in his evaluation period, and was hired at once. Each night he would become the clown Baltasar. The salary was lousy, but he didnt do it for money. Just the looks on the childrens faces was enough for him. In the ring he would blow a trumpet and kick the other clowns’ bottom.
Then he would be one of the guys. Late every evening he would return to his home, satisfied and tired. A big smile would cover his face when he went to sleep, knowing that everybody liked him.
The next day, he pretended as if nothing had happened. He would sit as usual with a big smile on his face, and as usual nobody cared. Then one day one of his colleagues in the company suggested for the others that they would make an outing to the circus, not knowing that he was a clown there.When he realised that they werent going to invite him, he just said to himself;Well, well. Perhaps another time…
The evening they were going to the show, he was supposed to be Baltasar. Like normal he became a great success with everybody laughing of him, including the companys employees.The very next day, his colleagues were whispering behind his back as normal. But they were also talking about the magnificent clown they had seen at the circus. He felt very flattered, but that didnt help him since they didnt know about him and Baltasar.
A week later, the circus manager called for Baltasar. The company, which he worked for, wanted to hire Baltasar to entertain in a party. Totally certain of the fact that he wasnt going to be invited, he accepted. Maybe this will be my final chance to show them, he thought to himself.At the party he started to do his usual trickery, and he became a great success. But he didnt dare to take his mask of, to show his colleagues.
Then suddenly in an act, he lost his mask. And just as sudden they went quiet. Not a sound could be heard.
Everybody was staring at him, wondering if it could be the dull man from the office.They slowly started to realise that after all he wasnt such a boring man. They had been mistaken and willing to give him a fresh start.
From that time on, his life started blooming. He became one of the guys and continued to work in the company. He never left his hobby- job as a clown.
It was the passion of his life….————————————————————–