Aug 9th was my one month anniversary at my 'new' job. So I reflected for a moment . . .

My first day of work I pulled out of the drive on to the road, beat physically and mentally, and saw something blinking across the street. Straining to open my eyes wider and focus on something, anything to reassure myself they still worked,  revealed it was one of those lights that sits on a traffic saw-horse thingy, laying down flat in the weeds. I looked at it, and said "I know how you feel"

Everyday, that mortally injured light blinked at me to say "Im still here" and I agreed with it. After 4 weeks it's still hanging on, wispering for help, but I feel much stronger. So now I look at it and say "Get up you. It ain't over until you stop blinking" It slowly blinks away, more faintly, while the weeds conspire to choke it out and it answers "I'm done. Go on without me" and I will. It will be a sad day when I don't see that flash of yellow that was my commiserating friend after a long day.