After the afternoon rush and the passing of about a thousand customers, I sat outside on the bench for a quick breath and a long break. Sitting there, I heard my old companion’s voice on the left side of me ask me,” Tell me Pack, for real… how the hell are u doing this? Ur still sober!…still free!… still bloody alive after all I’ve hit u with… come on man, tell ur little secret!”. Without turning I said plainly, “kindness… tolerance, courtesy, politeness, patience… and a prayer that I beat u everytime I take a breath… now beat it!”… I turned to my left side just to see an empty spot on my bench…and an old lady curiously looking at me. “ did u say something?” She asked confusedly. “Yeah!” I said getting up… “can I hold the door for u?”….
