I think I’ve mentioned that I work in retail around a pretty diverse group of folk.

I’ve become close with a lot of them. Some of them have moved on to other jobs, and some have had bigger aspirations. Some want to make the world a better place.

I think I’ve moved into sort of a kinda old man/ fatherly type with some of them.

Rivera is a younger guy who left one of my stores a while back with an idea of what he wanted to be in the world. How he was gonna make his difference.

I saw him today. In his uniform. He wanted to become a cop and he did.

He’s a good man. An honest man. I feel safer with him out there patrolling the streets I drive on every day.

And yes, I had to tell him how proud I am of him. It does my heart good to see someone succeed like that.

I just added this to possibly aggravate someone.

And then you flip a coin.

I have another friend I watched go through some significant problems with drugs.

I can’t even pretend to start understanding severe addiction. It boggles my mind how someone can let that kind of demon take over.

We will call her A.

Pretty woman. Classic Southern beauty. I knew her when she was younger and had her problems. Sometimes people outgrow their troubles.

We ended up working alongside each other in retail, me representing my company and her representing another.

With her head on straight she can sell like nobody’s business. She really knows how to read people.

I watched her move up from rep to manager to district manager. A real success story.

But then those demons caught up with her again.

One bad decision has cost her everything.

Maybe she’ll make it back to where she was.

I sincerely hope so. It breaks my heart to watch people I care for fall like this.

I have a friend, a brother, who is going through some rough things medically.

If you pray please keep him in mind.

I won’t give his name here; He will know who you’re talking about.

As a matter of fact, pray for all three of them. They all need it. Pray for safety. Pray for help. Pray for healing.

That’s it. That’s the post.


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