Last Monday I watched a show about a darling little boy who had a rare, but cruel, disease that was turning him old before his time. He resembled a wizened-faced little alien with enormous eyes and a big, beautiful spirit. He knew he would most likely die while he was still a teen, if he lived to be that old.
The show's host asked him about his future and the little boy said he was looking forward to going to heaven. When asked what he was going to do there, he replied with no hesitation, "I'm going fishing with the Lord."
My goal is to get through one more day at work without kicking anyone in the ass. Maybe I should just plan to go fishing a little more often.
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