Romans 12:19

Jun 06, 2005 23:16

Misery loves company; emotions enjoy ice cream; break-ups require both. Last night, as we swung our legs and ate, my friends said, "Don't call him. Wait for him to call you."

And he did.

He called today to tell me that he wrecked his motorcycle when a deer jumped in front of him last night. His body took quite the beating and his motorcycle fared no better. He did not have to go to the hospital, but I doubt he’ll go anywhere soon.

"I don't have a painkiller strong enough," he told me.

I could say the same to him.

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