‘So,’ he said, ‘what would you like?’ ‘Um, two eggs, two strips of bacon, and two pieces of toast would be fine,’ she quietly answered. �...Are you sure you wouldn’t want some cereal too? I’ve got sausage and, and bagels, and I can make you more if you’d like,’ he stammered. ‘No,’ she chided, ‘the last time you made me that much shit, I couldn’t finish it all, remember?’ She then sighed, ‘I felt bad… I mean, you cook really good.’ ‘Really?’ Something struck her as cute, it was like a gangly five. And yet, as a former high school and collegiate athlete, I couldunderstand the determination to accept, confront and fightthrough the pain in order to achieve the overriding goal. I mustadmit that I don't understand - at all - the concept of the'pleasure of pain' for it's own sake, but I do understand thesatisfaction of overcoming such obstacles and being able to say(smugly) 'been there, done that, and can you say the same?Thought not.'.However, I felt the need to 'understand' more, so I. The woman teared up and her chin began to tremble. “My husband is in Afghanistan. This is our baby's first Christmas, and he is going to miss it. My parents are home, but they are not in good health and can not see good enough to drive at night.” I smiled and closed the hood of the car. “You and your baby get into my truck, I will take you wherever you need to go, and I will come back and tow your car home.” The woman broke down crying. “I don't know how many people drove past us tonight, and. "I'll walk on my hands. That way you'll know it's me," I said, demonstrating how I would take a few steps on my hands."What time does the young lady have to be home?" He asked."We both have a midnight curfew," I said."I'll turn the light back on at a quarter 'til twelve. That should give you time to have her home on time." That sounds good, Sir," I said."Don't pick up any burrs on your backside," Mr. Olsen joked as we shook hands."Judge Clausen wants to see you," Miss Baker said when I returned.