Adversity, Grateful
Tenacity
I’m grateful that I inherited the tenacious gene.
Like one of those little Russell terriers who hold on tightly to Mr. Wilson’s or the mailman’s leg, by and large I won’t let go.
I won’t let go of friends, even if they’ve “done me wrong,” I won’t let go of a job even if it’s been hijacked by the forces of darkness and evil, and I won’t let go of the people who come to me with their almost impossible-to-solve … Read the rest
October 31, 2014