Don't forget to be thankful.
My other mother always told me I should be sure to thank whoever was watching out for me. Some days that's hard to do. Some days it's nearly impossible.
"Yo, Chris, toss me that crowbar man. We've got to get this rig back up and running ASAP."
I dug a rusty crowbar out from the back of the truck and flung it over to my buddy. "Catch!"
He grabbed it with a smile and then quickly disappeared back into the engine bay.
I shifted my rifle strap anxiously on my shoulder while continuing to scan the horizon. Nothing but sand. Still. The only sight we see these days is dust and the devils that move them. It's a shame really, as a kid I loved sand. The beach was a retreat for me. Not any...
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