I remember when I used to have to bicycle all those miles to work each day. More than once I would get caught in a downpour. Once in a while I'd see the storm in front of me, knowing it was something I had no choice but to travel through. Then I'd make it the other side, and feel a wondrous sense of accomplishment. Never once did the word nasty enter my mind. Not at the beginning. Not within the middle of it. And certainly not after I had crossed through it.
Very nice Mark! I feel you have created a 'slice' of life, when you wrote this! Lots of wisdom contained herein! Thanks for sharing! ☺
ReplyDeleteThanks an oodle Roger. ;)
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