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i saw something both humbling and horrifying today.
to preface the tale, understand that it was two degrees at 6:43 AM. (so fucking cold that as i walked down to the mailbox to snag the paper, the tears fell immediately when the wind blew into my face....except they didn't fall far in liquid form because they had transformed into ice crystals hugging my eyelashes long before the opportunity presented itself.)
so.
i had to get labwork done this morning.
blood drawn from my veins is up there on my least favorite things_to_do list.
and since i don't last long in the land of sanity without the jolt of caffeine from my french roast, i was racing out the door before seven still in my sweats and with my crazy morning hair hidden in a windells beanie that belongs to my son.
in other words, yes. i looked hideous.
what.... do i care what the phlebotomist thinks of my get-up?
nah.
so i drove the three miles in silence to the quest lab, and as i pulled into the plaza i slowed down to get a closer look at a property that just went on the market.
and then i saw him.
he was the high school heart throb, heavyweight star of the state champion wrestling team, he was so good looking back then that it was almost painful.
i had heard several years back that he'd run into some trouble with meth in college, but that he'd gotten clean and turned it around.
today he was rummaging through garbage in the back of a restaurant.
he looked at me but his face registered no recognition.
and i was glad.
because he would have been ashamed.
but i promised him something anyway after i parked and shuffled my reluctant self into the lab.
'i will find a way to help you.'
(everything_happens_for_a_reason)
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