Just Sayin’: Nothing To Cry About


When I think I’m having a bad day, all I have to do is go to the hospice building and talk to Sergeant Major Hayes.  He’s 85, bedridden, and spends most of his evenings fighting a war that ended in 1945.  Part of the time he fades in and out of dementia.  The rest of the time he tells me stories about things he’ll never do again.  No, I’m not having a bad day at all…


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