The guy who lost his cart

Dave told us a little story tonight.

A guy at Main & Terminal had a panicked look on his face. He was in turmoil, looking around wildly as he walked between cars. Dave unrolled his car window and asked him if he was okay.

The guy replied,
"Have you seen my cart? I can't find my cart!"

Luella, who was sitting beside Dave, pointed it out across the street and said,
"Is that it?"

The guy nodded, relieved, and ran over to it. It was filled with everything he owned.

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Why do I worry about stuff? I get stressed over why my motorcycle is running a little rough, or how I don't have enough time to get all my marking done, or I forgot to buy balloons for Sports Day.

I am very comfortable in my apartment near the water, with my two adorable affectionate cats, my computer, my Bosch dishwasher, my car and my motorcycle, my almost-stable job (another strike vote is coming), my family and friends, good health. I have everything I need and more.