For the Fifth

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July 5th, 2014  10:54 am

I am thankful for the Fifth of each month let alone the first of the month. Of course the first of each month is a new start for most, a clean slate to not be late for the next utility bill and try to avoid the grocery store on the impeccable first. Yes, the first. But, my heart resonates with the Fifth of the month. Yes, the feverish Fifth. Why? Why love such an odd day out of the month? Without the Fifth I would not be here. Okay, without the Fifth I would not be alive, healthy, and well. Without the Fifth I would not be sitting in front of my Lenova laptop typing this current entry. Without the Fifth I would be six feet under. It is for the Fifth I will be forever grateful.

It was on the Fifth of May 2014…

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