The last ticket. The last chance…nothing. With a fit of anger, he throws the last one in the trash.
I am standing next to him, the eternal optimist who would never ever gamble on something like a lottery ticket. He had hopes. For a brief moment I am sure he had dreams. I tell him, “Hey be thankful you didn’t win, it would ruin your life.”
As he climbs in to his old car he turns to me and say. “Well at least I gave to the United Negro College today.” the acid of his tone if obvious
I watched as he sped away in disgust. It occurred to me that he had already started his day off on the wrong foot.
I don’t buy lotter tickets, I have no desire to have something I did not earn.
I leave the gas station; my daughter sits beside me in the truck. I am in a great mood. The weather is perfect and all is right with the world.
Today Cathy and I worked together welding studs. I am a lucky man that I can still have the pleasure of working with my daughter.
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