Robert H. Smith

The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Period.

Throwing the letter for the first time was an all time thrilling experience. I was afraid and yet somehow I knew I had to do it sooner or later. I didn't gave any lackluster signs at work, nor did i ever breathe about any unhappiness at work. With some courage borrowed from Fred, I called her into a small room and just handed her a typed out note. She read it with shock written all over her face.

I wondered ... what was she thinking at that point in time.