Searching for a new job has become a scary, scarier and totally hopeless task. When you tip the scales at 65 and there are dozens of other applicants much younger than you, the effort seems totally wasted... and yet, there are only a couple more months worth of savings and then the fat lady has sung the last song. There is no choice but to continue. I've worn out my prayer bones, requested prayers from strangers and even reapplied for a job this week that the guy listed in another venue after interviewing me but not hiring me. I thought the interview went well... obviously he did not. I'm at my wits end, eBay sales have tanked, I have his only Son to take care of and I'm scared to death. As I began the last part of the path today, this beautiful poem appeared. I will do my level best not to Quit.
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