Just a story of appreciating what you have. I’ve been told that happiness is not having everything you want, but wanting what you have. And there is...more than one way to betray someone, so here’s a story about that. Edited by my good friend NonetheWiser, who, as usually, takes my drivel and makes it readable. The man truly has the ability to polish a turd and make it shine! It does start with a funeral. Sorry Ohio — I hope it makes up for that. ***** Mr. & Mrs. America We watched the. “No, I don't mean that.” He smiled and added quietly, “I meant, it'll never be that devastating. It'll never be like that, again.” I managed to eke out, “Good.” * * * * *The first full day back from Miami and I was getting myself ready for dinner. Hein was still dressed in his business suit, except for his jacket which was lying on the bed. He was sitting in a chair in our bedroom watching as I got dressed … such as it was when it was just the five of us at home.I was seated at the vanity. My uncle Jim (moms brother) is a big man and about the same age as my mom and dad. He let us live in a house on his property when we moved back to Indiana. Uncle Jim has a trucking company and gave my dad a job driving one of his trucks. It is a long haul job so dad is gone for 4 weeks and then home for a week and then back on the road. It was winter so I was still in school and it seemed like every day when I got home, my uncle would be there and him and my mom were very close.My uncle never. He's not as big as Bill but he has more patience. I think I may learn more from him than from Bill even though Bill had five years to teach me. He didn't use a safe but that was OK. I just finished my period. But I'm not going to take even that risk again.Of course I vowed after that I'd never do it again, just as he did, but that vow isn't worth much. If I hadn't stopped him he'd have done me again and right now I wish he had.G'night.SignifEvent Journal Jan 200-I'm not a diary-writer but.