Stifling a sigh George lowered his backpack to the ground, it had seemed such a simple task, climb to the top of the hill, take a photo of the view, and return. It had seemed simple, when he was paired with Steve, he’d known it wouldn’t be.
Steve insisted they take his short cut; they’d be back so quickly they could have a drink before the seminar.
George rolled his eyes, Steve was currently sitting on a bench at the bottom of the cliff face with a rolled ankle, but that was how life unfolded.
Reaching for his phone George scrolled through his play list, then with a smirk he hit play.
“I did it my way.”
Right on, Frank, right on.
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good one Deb, I too prefer to do it my way … and have had a few rolled ankles 🙂
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Thanks Kate 😊
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pleasure Deb!
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That’s certainly my motto
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I wish it was mine
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Clever piece, Deb!
“I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way” – Frank Sinatra
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Thanks Eugi, it’s a great song
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🙂
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That’s a great sign too!
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I liked it
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