Monday, September 16, 2002|
When I was going back to PA school at age whatever, I got divorced, my Mom died, I lived in an attic apartment until the time came when I had to move in with my Dad (in his 80's, he was less than thrilled), crammed all my stuff into the back bedroom and typed school reports with the keyboard balanced on my lap and worked 12-hour shifts every single goddamned weekend until I graduated without missing a child support payment. No medals needed, I was just doing what needed to be done to get through.
But what kept me partially going was my everyday mantra: "At least I'm not living in a cardboard box under the Detroit-Superior bridge. Everything else is a bonus." The new entry of Chick Truths is another point of view in counting one's blessings. - a reminder that, for all the reasons to tattoo "No Code" on my chest, there are even more reasons to keep grabbing for all the Comfort Care that life has to offer. |
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Darn that Maxine! She's done it again - written something so good I wish I'd written it. Maybe I'll get inspired to write something myself tonight, but for now - just go there. 9:19:46 PM  Comments?()
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