There I was, sitting =
in the diner at the end of the counter, just staring at my soda.=A0 I =
hardly noticed the roar of a group of rowdy bikers pulling up in the =
lot. That is until the large, trouble-maker leader of the group stepped =
up next to me, slapped my back, grabbed my drink, and gulped it down in =
one swig.
"Well, Mr. =
Milquetoast, whatcha’ gonna do about it?" he said menacingly, as I =
burst into tears.
He sat down on the stool next to me. =
"Come on, man," the biker said, "I didn’t think you’d =
CRY. I can’t stand to see a man crying."
"This is the worst day of my life," =
I admitted. "I’m a complete failure. I was late to a =
meeting and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I =
found my car had been stolen, and I don’t have any insurance. I =
left my wallet in the cab I took home. I found a note at home =
that=A0 my wife had run off and left me. And then my dog bit =
me."
"So I walked down the road to this =
caf=E9 just to be alone and find the courage to put an end to my =
miserable life.=A0 All I bought was a Coke, I dropped a capsule in and =
sat here minding my own business, watching the poison dissolve.=A0 Then =
YOU showed up and drank the whole thing!”
“But hey, =
enough about me. How’s your day going?"
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] www.grif.net =
"Jesus Knows Me, This I =
Love!"