Well, today I picked up my last paycheck from Gardens of Western Reserve. The moment I walked in the door, the parlor was full of residents. They all were so happy to see me. One lady hugged me three times. Several of the residents started gathering around me, expressing their love and how much they miss me. Of course, I told them I miss them too. And I really do.

The son and daughter-in-law of one of the residents came over to me, shook my hand, and told me I was everybody’s favorite. He said he couldn’t believe that I was gone. I answered truthfully: “It wasn’t my choice.”

We writers wear our souls on the outside.


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I am 56 and live in Ravenna, OH USA. I am a writer . I am a father and grandfather. I have been a Christian since 1982. I am a musician and singer. I teach guitar (when I can get students). I am an avid reader and Bible student. Under the name Mike Mattice, I write Christian nonfiction. Also, I write web content for a web developer, articles and blogs on various topics.

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