After a long day I stopped at a local watering hole and had a few libations. I was thinking about the events of the day and decided that I’m going to try to be more understanding, tolerant and exhibit more empathy and compassion for my fellow human beings.
While sitting there a young woman came into the bar. She was crying and obviously distraught. I asked her if she was alright and if there was anything I could do for her.
She calmed down a little and while fighting back tears she told me that her cat died and that she wished she could have another one just like it.So I asked her . . . “Why would you want another dead cat?”*