I had a moment about 2 weeks ago when i suddenly was afraid of everything. I cried everyday and was sertain something terrible was going to happen to me next.
I read through newspapers as a part of my job to find the ads that we place through our marketing department. I can't help but read the other stories that catch my eye. a few things that had me overwhelmed,
- a man in canada slicing up that kid on the bus
- a guy in woodbury shooting the 19yr old girl in the head while she was waiting in her car
- those 4 guys who mutilated the mentally challenged guy for 2 days
- The brutal murder of a close friend's Uncle
- having the SWAT team come and disarm 4 people at 7 am 1/2 a mile from my apartment complex.
Then i took a trip home for a day. My brother had forgot his backpack at home and needed me to bring it to him early the next morning. I grabbed a hat, put on some boots that were too big and jumped in daddy's pick up truck. enjoying the feel of the truck versus my German jetta was the beginning of it all.
- As i drove through town I had to slow down as a few kids were trying to ride their bikes up the hill to get to school.
- I had to stop and wait as i saw Dean pulling an old brown rusted pick up truck behind the tow truck into Upsala motors. The farmer was riding inside the tow truck with flannel shirt, suspenders and ear flap hat.
- I waved to the feed truck as he waited to turn into the CO-OP.
- Driving out of the school parking lot Mr. A waved to me excitedly as if I was famous and he couldn't believe it was really me.
- on my way back through town I (two finger) waved at every car And the tractor I passed.
- Paul and Kathy's had a big white board out and written in Black Marker was a description of their one day meat sale.
I went back home and was reminded how simple things really are. I do not need to be afraid. That trip through town did more for me than I could have ever expected.
Thank you Kevin... for being forgetful.

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So news to me, I just found out you still post on this here thing. So what am I to do but go read all of the posts and catch up on everything I missed.
My favorite story was "Lebanese man and the Thrift store". However, I really appreciated this one too.
I love you.
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