However, it's the little things that kill us anymore. The constant pecking barrage of questions repeated, with ignorance revealed in a thick gooey stream that seems to mix into a sludge that only a true masochist could possibly grow and thrive in.
It's during this time in the grist mill that everything comes down to "Hope, Faith and Steel" and you begin to think that "in the end there can be only one". Wit and sarcasm become not only tools of the trade but true skills of the survivalist when one begins to wonder - - who the hell put a pay-phone in this bunker and why won't it take the AK-47 assault rounds I keep shooting into it as an offering to make the calls stop.
It seems an offering of lead is not sufficient :P
Maybe I should try lighting a candle instead. . . maybe explosive? Something with pretty colors please :)
Anyway it's during these times when a little things take on greater importance - - a simple thank you is nice - some form of recognition to prove to the battered soul that all the pain is not in vain.
Deep down I think we all could use a little something. . .
To all those out there who have shown those around them a little sincere appreciation for work well done I give you a heartfelt /Thank You
And for all those who do so much around me, know that it is truly appreciated - and that at the rate things are going I'll be supplying the pizza and donuts for a long time to come :P
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