One of the guys at worked died. He looked healthy as a horse. He bicycled to and from work every day. Then, when he got home, he collapsed. His wife was there, but she couldn't revive him.
I didn't know him that well. A a number of the people I work with had worked closely with him and knew his family.
I talked to Colin today. We were supposed to get together for dinner, but a work problem flaired up and he has to stay. So, now I'm hanging around the house. I worked out. I'm a bit tired. It will be an early night tonight.
An Unspoken Benefit
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Always, after one of my visits to my MH professional, which I leave with
renewed vigor, I look back on my life before my journey of sobriety.
One of th...
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