This Is A Short One in Ultimate Randomness

  • Jan. 3, 2014, 12:35 a.m.
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Sorry all, had something tonight and just needed to write it down. I really wonder what wisdom is nowadays. Is it really being wise or is it just realizing that even things that don't make sense really do. I was at work tonight and good karma finally worked out for me. It had been a really bad night and I was out on a 4-top (4 deliveries at one time for the great unwashed). When I got back to the store to cash in, I noticed that someone had given me a $100 bill instead of a $20. Unfortunately, all 4 deliveries paid in cash and I could not figure out who had given me the extra money. I do apologize if this seems like stealing to anybody, but if someone had called to tell us they had accidently given me the bill, I would have brought it back, but nobody called. One the one hand, I feel bad, but on the other, this is the first time something positive has happened for me in awhile and I kinda feel like I was due one. Of course, another set of thoughts ruined that. I was looking at pictures on my phone and was looking at random pics of my wife. Not risque ones, just random regular pictures. And I thought to myself, "How is it possible to miss someone so much when you see them everyday?" Of course, if you have been following along, you know what is going on. But it amazes me just how much I miss being close to my wife and being able to hold her and kiss her whenever I want. And I wonder, "What if I had changed my attitude sooner? Would it have made a difference?" I don't really know. What I do know is that the times I do get to kiss her or hold her, I wish time would stop. I look at her and dream of being exactly what she needs and wants. And I wish it made any difference. In the end, I know I am the one that is gonna be hurt, but I can honestly say that if it means she will be happy, I will find a way to endure. Still, there is nothing I would not give right now to be able to kiss every freckle, every inch of her, to hold her forever. So it goes...


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