There are some mornings like this
morning when I want to stay in bed or at least stay home. I wanted to listen
to the radio to sports talk about LeBron.
I wanted it to be a snow day. I
wanted to be a kid.
But I got up and made my bed and got
ready and headed down to Chambers Street with my sign in its big Kinko’s bag.
When I’m sluggish at the start, I
tell myself to hold the sign in a holy way. I don’t mean religiously holy. I
mean holy in a way that honors the next person coming toward the sign and me.
It works every time. I hold the sign straighter. I stand straighter.
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