the Moral of the story is ...

M DOT

a couple of Months ago i went to pick up a set of wheels at the cervelo shop south of where i live.  (the same shop that fixed My bike after it snapped off the roof rack while driving under an iron gate that was too short ... that's another story).  while there, i noticed these cute little ironMan keychains.  they were little plexiglass M DOTs.

M DOT

naturally, i bought two.  one silver. one red.

when i got home, i gave ricardo his, and i kept the silver (Mirrored) one for myself.

then one day, i snatched my keys to open a door, and there it was. DOT.  No M.  It was like the head of my little M DOT had been decapitated.  just the head.  so I discarded of the head, and thought little about it.  after all.  what good is a head without a body?

wednesday came (months after losing M).

i had just finished up a bunch of tests at the ABC hospital across from my school.  the walk to the metro is a little sketchy, so we teachers have free access to the ABC shuttle. i normally walk.

things just feel right.  life just feels right.  not as I would have ever planned or expected, but right.

the sun was setting and a light breeze was dancing across My skin. the shuttle roared by as i left the hospital, and i hoped this tiMe it would be there once i arrived to the shuttle stand.  sure enough. it was.  i climbed up the stairs and took my seat.  second back.  on the right.

M. on the driver's console.

i wondered if what i was seeing was true.  indeed it was. getting closer, I could see the ridged upper edge where the DOT had cracked off.  

perhaps the driver's name is Mauricio, or Miguel, or Martin, or Juan Martinez.  Perhaps he has a daughter named Molly.  Maybe he is an ironMan too.  for Me, what Matters is that it Mattered.  after all. everything does.

Moral of the story: you gotta get out of your head sometimes. 

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Peace.