Out of guilt piled on by my big brother (unintentionally, I'm sure!), I
have searched the depths of my soul to find some positivityness to
share. And I've found some. Though I can't promise to be eloquent at
this hour of the morning....
I love being a circus freak. It's
really quite fun when, in physical therapy, my therapist yells out to
the other 4 PTs in the office, "Hey guys, come look at this! I didn't
know this could happen!" What's even better is when all the other
patients stop their exercises and crane their necks (almost to the point
of injury) to see what is so wrong with me that 5 PTs are circled
around me, oohing and ahhing, and laughing hysterically.
But the
absolute best part is that when I ask what I should do to fix whatever
freakishness they're currently observing, they respond with, "Try
selling tickets. You should try to get SOMETHING out of it."
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