Eugene "Street Sign" Taylor, had earned his nickname getting drunk and running them over. In his thirty years of sobriety he beat cancer, buried two wives, broke a hip and got fired, and never picked up a drink.
Street Sign liked to brag about his hair growing back after chemo. He'd tell you how lucky he'd been to have such wonderful women in his life. He bore no ill will toward his company, saying they didn't know if he'd come back from the hip surgery.
I liked to steer young people toward him. "He's the master at finding gratitude when he could be wallowing in self-pity," I'd tell them. "Look for him whenever you're feeling sorry for yourself."
Today I will be grateful for the gratitude masters.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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