The possibilities are endless. I will never be grateful enough about the life that has been handed to me. I'm sore from surfing.
In some year after 2000 in a month before Christmas when I delivered packages for UPS in a little brown box truck, I had a "driver's helper". He was this completely enthusiastic young guy, that asked me a question, that I knew when he asked me, that I wasn't the first person he asked and wouldn't be the last. He had this shiny smile when he asked me that is kind of hard to forget. Being a better writer would help describe the energy this kid had. Maybe the question he asked could explain him and his smile and energy. He asked me "what's the meaning of life?". I don't remember my answer , but I do remember that I would never not remember his questioning life. Questioning life is being grateful. I'm grateful to be sore from surfing. I'm also grateful you might not be weirded out with me posting this little thought tree.
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