Thursday, October 6, 2016

54. Practice, Practice
Out of the blue, Street Sign said, “I was at the VA hospital yesterday.  The cancer’s back.”
I looked directly at him, and to my surprise he was smiling.  “You seem awfully calm about it,” I said.

“I’m not calm.  I’m smug.  I’m way too impressed with myself.  Want to know why?”

I did.  I nodded.

“I’ve gotten so good at practicing acceptance, the prospect of my own death doesn’t rattle me. I am the acceptance master.” I was impressed and I told him so. 

Today I will practice acceptance.

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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