Ol' PK...Pickin' Up the Paper

SPONSOR: www.linkedin.com/in/keithverescpa/  1 Pt 1:25 The word of the Lord remains forever; This is the word that has been proclaimed to you.

I see it there.

Every weekday morning, nearly without fail, there it is.

It can be freezing cold, pouring buckets of rain, sweltering (rare, natch), or sitting neatly above --or buried deeply beneath-- inches of snow.

But every morning, when I arrive at my day job between 5AM & 5:20AM, I will find, like clockwork: the morning paper.

It's just the first of our several subscriptions to arrive, but there it lies.

And every morning, I pick it up.

Some days, happily and with much consideration of those who will enjoy reading it later in the day. Other days, begrudgingly because I'm running late. And though it's not the paper's fault, per say, I do tend to deflect my frustration down at it.

Hmpf.

Then there are those mornings when, four bags in each hand, arctic wind whipping through my body, and snow dumping onto my head, I'm downright peeved to see it there.

"DANG PAPER!" I always think, followed by, "LET SOMEONE ELSE GET  IT TODAY!"

Then sure enough, I sheepishly stoop over, spilling 18 items from the four overstuffed bags, nearly cussing as I dust off the snow and drop them back in wherever they'll fit and scoop up the paper.

Did I mention I always need a free digit or two for the key fob and the door knob?

Sigh. But here's the point: I invariably pick up that paper. Every day. Why? Because I'm the first one to encounter it. The longer it sits out there, the greater the likelihood it gets ruined or swiped or ---worst of all--- trips someone.

I pick up the paper because it's the right thing to do. And I don't need or want a pat on the back for it; but sometimes I do need a reminder, Capisce? Pick up the paper.

#BeKind #DoTheRightThing #Pray #Peace

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