After pooping small bits and while reading my favorite book on common sense, I realized what I’ve done. I’m the one who should have been feeling sad and angry and hateful. But it doesn’t matter because it’s not material anymore. It’s all gone.
- The $144,000 was part of a special project: Each dollar represented a soul. It was already written in the Bible.
- The $300 was for his Uncle’s funeral.
- The $4,000 was also part of the project.
- The itemized expenses amounted over $100,000.
The rest is to start over anew. That’s the price of being nice.
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