I am practicing writing an introduction
He holds his briefcase like a worn out baseball glove. Same tie, same shirt, same everything. He goes to work for his last day, as if it was like any other day. Like clock work, he has raised his baby into a grown self sustaining business. He sits down at his desk and quickly starts the last of his projects. He has worked hard. He remembers the long nights he sat in this chair wishing he could be at his son's soccer game, but knowing that what he was doing was necissary for jonny's well being, he slaved away anyways. He had always provided for his family so well. The day ends. He looks back and says good bye as if the office were able to feel the loss of its Father, and 35 year companion. At home. He wakes up, puts a tie on and sits at the table. He waits. Where is everyone. "Hello?" No one answers. All alone he sits. He calls his family. They look at the caller ID. Its not coming up as "unknown". They let it ring. He calls again. They pick up, but it is too difficult to meet together. Their work wont let them get out to take a visit. Suddently, he wonders why he worked so hard to give them what they would end up spending in such a little time. He always thought he was such a good investor. He was wrong.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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I stumbled upon your page and was moved by your blog. It seems so powerful and detailed, is this a story you've created or does it come from personal experience? While pondering life i've thought much about this, we are so easily deceived in thinking we are doing whats best for ourselves and others when in reality when we look back on it those very things become the source of our misery. I'm interested to see where your story goes...
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