I can’t tell you what day it was or what hour. All I know is that I woke up with a feeling of accomplishment. The alarm radio goes off to a morning bulletin. I looked at the clock 5:45 a.m. “Good morning beautiful how was your night” Steve Holy plays in the background as Daley Hopper in the News 3 Chopper lets me know about a car accident. On a highway I’ve never heard of, involving people I never knew existed, in a city I don’t even live close to. I woke up and I got ready for work, same routine, same schedule, no unexpected detours. The train ride wasn’t different. Same weird people: business types, punk types and emo-looking kids. As I watched the trees pass by I looked to my left and noticed an elderly lady. She must have been 60, 65. She was in a wheel chair attached to the side rail. I noticed her golden/gray mixed with hair. It was slightly parted down on both sides, with some tiny hairs sticking straight up. As she stared out the window I couldn’t help be thankful for my legs. A blessing most of us take for granted. The train stopped in a nearby station to pick up some more passengers. The lady in the wheel chair smiled as they entered the train. And for a brief moment I was jealous. I have legs that work and I am many years younger, but my smile isn’t as authentic. We stopped I’d say maybe 5 more times before we were near my stop. She never got off, just greeted everyone that got on board the train. I thanked God for the reminder that the outside appearance isn’t what makes us, it’s the inside. “Next stop, Exit AA” The computer guy comes on in the P.A. system. He sounds so exciting as if he lives to tell me when I should get off. I make my way through the subway station. As I reach the top I’m greeted by a homeless man asking for change. I remember thinking “Man! You have know idea how much better you have it!” You have nobody expecting nothing from you, nobody asking you to change anything about yourself. Losing in a rat race you don’t even remember joining. I open my wallet and gave him thirty bucks. That’s all I had at the time. Moving into a new city is different than you can imagine. That “Man, this is going to be an awesome experience.” Goes away real quick! It took me two years to save enough to move, gone in less than four months. I find myself scrimmaging for change. I guess I didn’t need the new 62’ High-def. TV, or the new computer. But how else was I going to watch my shows and surf the net. Three hundred miles away from home I did what everyone talks about in high school. A new beginning, a small dot in the map of Texas is where I reside. A place that has the modern technology with the ambience of an Amish community let me explain. It’s kind of like living with the Indians, you know that whole thanksgiving era. Only you’re hunting with arrows that Rambo would use. Exactly, finally I’m at the door of my new job. Grub and Rub. A restraint/massage parlor, I don’t know? Don’t ask me, I didn’t make it up. I open the old redwood door with an antique style door handle. I collide into the smell of peanuts and pretzels, along with a hint of something familiar.