Steven Bobb
Beloved of All
7.7 people in the world, and apparently, every one of them wants or needs something from me. Besides job-related things, I get the mail, pitches for donations, to take a census, a survey, etc. The phone—advertisements to my number, this, that. People around me, neighbors. Every time I try to get downtime, a new person wants or needs something from me. Request is that the following miracle occurs—someone, somewhere is man enough or woman enough to walk up to me, look me in the eye, and state, "###, I DON'T WANT OR NEED ANYTHING FROM YOU. Go back to relaxing." Does such a person exist? So far, no. But I can only hope...
