We were sitting on the deck one afternoon many years ago when my younger sister Nora, who was 16 at the time, came home from work and stood under the deck sobbing uncontrollably. When we asked what was wrong she replied, "I've (sob) had the (sob) worst day (sob, sniff, sob) ever! "What happened?" we asked. Composing herself briefly she replied, "Well....this morning my watch broke..." the tears building again, she continued, "then my goat ran away and... I...I o.....I only......made......I only made 76 cents....I only made 76 cents in tips and I worked 5 hours and...." sobbing uncontrollably once again she managed to finally get out...."and I got fired!!"
One of the folks on the deck was a firiend of my older sister, Liz, and a writer for the Dallas Times Herald, Dick Hitt. He shared Nora's Bad Day story with his readers, although I think she would have preferred her 15 minutes for another reason.
So the next time you find yourself having a particularly bad day, stop and think.....yeah, this is bad but did my goat, Nancy Carol, run away?
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