I have a friend in New England who finds that life brings hardships. He knows that days are sometimes long and difficult. He understands that the trials and tribulations are consistent and only grow as the years pass. Sometimes he sends me a little text message over my morning coffee to remind me of the difficulties and misery that finds all of us at some time. The text is two words: ALL ABOARD. These two words would only make sense to me--he is telling me the train is leaving the station. This train that he speaks of is the bullet train...he is thinking about catching it every day but he doesn't. That bullet train keeps on plowing ahead without him.
I sip my coffee, take a bite of toast, and dig into the morning paper. I know there will be comfort on the front page of the daily reporter. I thank him for the kind uplifting words and begin my glorious day. I try to rise and shine. Those are my three words for him. Rise and shine.
I was wrong about the newspaper and read about a triple murder that happened in some godforsaken alley beneath a cold drizzle.
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