A grand story, Candice.
When I was a middle-aged broken man, business kaput, unemployed, marriage
breaking down, severe depression, absolutely at rock bottom - the mailman
and a rubbish-bag man were my two confidants. They stopped and listened. &
they were free. A shrink later charged $200 an hour to hear the same
garbage. I used bigger words for him because it was costing me. <g> The cure
for all my blues was divorce, but I didn't know that for a couple years.
Thank goodness for the mailman and the rubbish bag man.
Andrew
On 20/02/07, MC Ward <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> I don't dare take a chance by switching mailmen now,
> since mine called the paramedics for me when I had the
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