Self Worth

Thoughts for a Sunday Morning“For years, he always had a safety valve in the back of his troubles. He always had the comfort of the old chestnut, ‘I’m worth more dead than alive.’ That was his last call, his safe passage in case all other options failed him.

When the time came, though, turned out he wasn’t worth all that much dead, either.”

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