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On the way to work this morning as I crossed the empty abandon parking lot of the old payless grocery store I heard this old sqeaking sound. As I looked up this man was riding toward me on this old bicycle and he was riding sort of slow and that bike was making the most sqeaking noise I have ever heard. Now as he slowly passed me it just sqeaking. Now I was thinking frist of all I couldnt hear the birds for the sqeaking. And then I wondered why he didnt pedal faster so maybe the it wouldnt sqeak as much. Or hey maybe greasy if before riding. As he finally got down the road and I got closer to work I was able to hear the birds again.
Now why am I going on about the sqeaky bike. Well, it got me to thinking (I know a mircle hug?:))) Anyway I got to thinking how that sqeaky wheel on that old bike is like people and reality. Not as far fetched as it sounds. People go throught thier lifes doing the same thing, keeping on with keeping on, one might say. Oblivious, to the wrinkles in thier faces, the ablitity to have the same stamina hey had in the begining. But, going on with thier sqeaky wheel creaking along oblivious to everyone around that comes within reach of thier sqeaky wheel. So the reality may be that the reality is as long as we have that sqeaky wheel we are still in the game and not on the sidelines. Maybe or Maybe I need to curb my brains wandering as I walk And just maybe check some spelling would help make my point to :))