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PAINFUL WORDS

I was peacefully driving to work the other day, and I lawfully stopped at a traffic light. Some guy in a pickup truck drove up next to me, and he yelled at me, that I had a taillight that was not working. The nerve of that man! How judgmental! Attacking me publicly over my presumed insufficiency with his negative words. How dare he!? Who appointed him to be traffic monitor? Didn't he know I'm really a good person, and I was just trying to do the best job that I could?

EGO, PHONE HOME!

Poor ego is all heart-broken and sulking because I don’t pay enough attention to it. It probably wandered off while I was ignoring it, hoping to find someone more receptive and co-operative. . . Gosh, I hate to think of my Ego out there, all alone, exposed to the elements, wandering aimlessly. . . It’s probably out there trying to get into everybody’s business, trying to run their lives; and causing them to worry about all sorts of stuff. Maybe you’ve seen Ego, and you can tell it to call home.

COUNSELING

“For most people, life is like leaving the center aisle of a big warehouse, and running down a side aisle, frivolously knocking piles of boxes off the shelves in their wake behind them with their arms. Until one day, they reach the outer wall of the warehouse, and they realize that their path is a dead end, and they realize it doesn’t lead where they thought it did, and now they turn around, and they see that the only way back, is littered with the wreckage of a careless life lived in vain.”“