Sometimes, I simply have to admit that life squeezes attitudes out of me, which I wish I had not had; and this is one of them. "You" deserve an impeccable attitude out of me, and "you're" going to get one, as much as I can help it. Forgive me, though, for the times I have seemingly not been able to help it.
One more than one occasion, I have been called a "138,611,063.1", if not just plain "5,133,743". I can understand why, because have definitely acted that way at times. If someone were to ask me: "OK, so, all of a sudden, you don't want to be thought of as '5,133,743'? Whatever brought that on?"
I have been reminded of a short story I read when I was in high school. It is entitled: "On the Sidewalk Bleeding". I can relate to Andy. In fact, I actually feel a lot like him. Bleeding. Even dying. And - like him - realizing that I don't want to be what I have been.
God willing, I will call on "-18,170.1" Day, also known as "Mon..."
Love,
Daniel
"For I am poor and sorrowful, and my heart is wounded within me..." Psalm 109
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