Valuable Perspective

So I’m out of a truck, and for the next few weeks I’ll be commuting on the bike (in February! BRRRRR!) until I can scrape together the down payment on another ride. Unfortunately, the divorce chronicles have wrecked my credit, so I’ll be patronizing one of those “We finance anyone!” (while raping them mercilessly on interest) car lots.

But enough poormouthing. I’m healthy, my kid is uninjured, and I have about a gazillion readers and friends who have expressed their support, monetarily and otherwise. That alone is worth more than a 10-year-old Dodge Dakota.

Even better, I got to walk a beautiful blonde down the street for a Valentine’s Day lunch date. While we were eating, she noticed my glum look and asked if I was sad about my truck.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t take you to the movies like I promised,” I answered.

“None of that matters, Daddy,” she reassured me. “All that matters is that we’re both okay.”

Now I ask you, is that not the coolest kid ever? I have the bravest, most mature and level-headed 7-year-old in the known universe, and despite her maturity, there’s not a mean or cynical bone in her body.

I’m a lucky man.

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