a hard man to love took the trash out and sat down at his desk and put a snob-nose 45, by his lamp

started to write a note and couldn’t decide where to start much less where to end

he heard his grand-kids playing in the yard and that made him sigh

his dogs needed to be stroked and no one else would do that, that caused a groan

the yard needed a new layer of topsoil and seed,  and no one would even consider tackling that job

a hmtl got up and put the gun back in the lock box, put the dogs on the tri leash he found online and walked around the block

the issue was him, not work, not his marriage, not his or her family, him

no one to blame, no axes to grind, just a guy who was disappointed in his tendency to overreact and make mountains out of mole hills

the hmtl wasn’t going to take the easy way out, he was going to ask for help and do what had to be done to feel comfortable in his own skin

his grand-kids weren’t going to have to deal with a ”quitter” that took his life rather than address what was wrong with it

one step in the right direction isn’t as small as we think it is

signed,

hmtl