He didn't know why he was always tired. But he was always tired. No matter how many vitamins, what he ate, how much he worked or how little he worked, how much he walked or how little he walked...he just always felt tired.
And he looked up at the Heavens while getting into his car to go to work. Then got into his car. Shut the driver's side door. And yelled as loud as he could,
"Our Father? You have to get us out of this mess!?!". He now looking at the garage door. Shook his head. Turned the ignition key. Backed out of their driveway, going to work at seven o'clock in the morning; yet, again?!
God damn he was tired! And not even sixty-years-old?...
(Peace! More to come...)
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