Serenity Now

After days like today I must remind thy own self: It’s only a job. It’s only a job.

I’m reminded to recite this mantra each time I now look out my window. My neighbor across the street either suffered a nasty fall or had some type of surgery. He no longer can walk on his own.

In fact, his wife just slapped a hand written “For Sale” sale in the front window of his red and black pickup as he looked on, seated in a lawn chair and wrapped in a light blanket.

Their granddaughter just asked, “Why are you selling the truck?”

I couldn’t hear the response, but I’m sure it wasn’t a comfortable one to deliver.

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2 thoughts on “Serenity Now

    • I guess the point of this particular post was to show that despite any fleeting despair I have for my job, my situation could be much worse; such as that of my neighbor’s.


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