Friday, November 13, 2015

A Severe, Quite Harsh, Truth

I was driving to HELL this morning.

A lone, wild turkey crossed the busy road in front of me. I was happy to see he made it to the other side safely.

However, I made a connection.

In November, the ultimate fate of a wild turkey, whether he is crossing a busy road or not, is no better or worse than that of the commuters mindlessly whizzing past him.

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