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After three skinned knuckles, two hours, and a charley horse in my right calf, I finished putting the garden cart together. So much for it being a simple process.
It’s not that it was hard, but it was something that really required at least four hands, and unfortunately, so far, I only have two.
Most weeks, I can pretend I’m not getting older. I know I’m in my 50’s now, but I don’t look at the number and let it sink in. In my mind, I’m still 30 years old, and capable of doing everything I once did.
“If you have no confidence in self, you are twice defeated in the race of life.”
- Marcus Garvey
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I Needed Four Hands
When I bought a new Gorilla Cart last summer, the yard helper I’ve been dreaming about for about two years, I thought putting it together would be a piece of cake. After all, it was only about a dozen bolts and nuts to assemble.
What I didn’t factor in was that the cart was bigger than I am. So big, that I joked with my parents that it was my new bed.
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