I Was A Big Fool - A Short Story

I had thought my mission was a source of the very height of joy I could have before I slipped into the warm and cozy cradle I was told martyrdom would reserve for me. Now I know I had all along been blind, naïve and insensitive to the fact that life is a fat Christmas Santa Claus with a huge stockpile of goodies, which it can just throw into the hands of anyone, without the person having to sweat one bit for it.