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Mental Health
I’m That Friend
Imma ride or die until…
About a month ago, I noticed one of my favorite physical therapists did not appear to be having a very good day. He was always, mostly, quiet and reserved. But on this day, even more so. At one point I walked by him and leaned in, “Don’t say anything. Just point them out. Then I’m going to need you to roll out and establish an alibi.” He grinned. Another PT within earshot heard me and laughed. From then on, I was known as The Ride or Die.
That’s just me. I don’t get close to too many people. Hell, he and I aren’t close. He’s the PT that makes me cry! Well, my body makes me cry, he just puts me through the paces but I digress. I detest bullies and will, yes ma'am, stick my nose in where it doesn’t belong, if I see something amiss. If you’re going to be stupid — fair warning. Don’t be stupid where I’ll catch wind of it.
Grab a coin. Any coin with do. Turn it over to the head's side of it. One side of a two-sided coin, yes? Now. Flip it over. No longer heads but tails. People are the same way. Well, the ones that don’t end up on the 6 o’clock news, anyway.
Here’s my tail side
I had a “friend” once. We’ll call her… Donna (simple and generic enough). Donna was in the employee break room one day, alone and crying. Missed…
