This is the oldest the world has ever been ... and it just keeps getting tougher to stay
inspired. Got a call this morning ... from my sister. Crying. Bad news to share. My
mom's little sister's boy. Discharged from the navy about a year ago. Served on a nuke
sub crew or something like that. Was discharged early-honorably for something related
to depression. Thought he was living la vida loca with some roomies back in his home
stomp, glad to be a civilian, trying to make ends meet as a single guy with all the bills
that is this economic trend lifeblood. Well, circumstances must not have been favorable
for an optimistic morning. Not that I don't get that. It takes a lot sometimes nowadays,
when my head hits the pillow, staring up at the ceiling fan, some of the dread that makes
sport of an otherwise perseverant, even hopeful-willing to be inspired, state of being, to
allow for sleep and another wake-up. Another good try. ...He shot himself last night.
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Maybe hug your beloved ones more sooner than later today?
