Confessions of a senile man

Hello!


Good weekend folks...I'll jump right into mt post today...


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Maybe it's time for me to start believing in something, maybe I should wait for Santa on the 24 and believe that anything is possible if you wish for it; you know, that dreams come through if you believe in them....


why so worry about this?


I dunno, maybe because my daughter wants me to believe in something, anything....


First of all let me state that for the longest time I have been a very incredulous man; I'm the type of guy who didn't believe that your kid needed medicine late one night and you were willing to give me a check for $50 dollars if I give you $20 dollars cash; all of this because the banks were closed and you had lost your  bank card.....no, that's not me....


You see the whole story started because she has a friend who wanted something so bad, she wrote it hundreds of times in a paper then attached it to some balloons, let it be drifted through the air and then her wish came through! Well she saw my face and immediately stop her story, telling me that she could see by the look on my face that I didn't believe in the story and then basically stormed out of the room stating that sometimes she wishes I believed in something....ouch! I told her I did believed in some stuff and I did believe in some people but she didn't believe me....


Then at night, the Wallenda rope walking kinda showed why I had lost faith in people....




Take care folks!




PS Don't worry, Wallenda will be tacled in my other post....