There are two certainties in this life. One is: we cannot live forever, as we know it. Two being: the odds say, that we MUST WIN SOMETIME. The latter statement is what I want to focus on right now. In determining the when are we going to win part, let us do the math. If the current losing streak is about to hit double digits in consecutive losses, do not panic. I repeat, now is not the time to panic. However, if the current losing cycle is approaching the high end of the double-digit spectrum, begin immediate unadulterated, unchecked, panicking. If for some reason the losing has spiraled into the unthinkable triple digit neighborhood, realize this is a bad neighborhood and occupancy is detrimental to both your sanity and your family. So, begin immediate evacuation of this volatile area. In addition, do not smoke around a losing streak such as this, the unthinkable may happen. Once again, they say when it rains it pours; so, I am going to go ahead and say it. If the streak has taken on a life of it's own, devouring all worldly possessions in the process while crippling your mental and physical being, check yourself into a hospital instantaneously, under an assumed name. After the antistatic begins to wear off, gaining consciousness to recall the number of consecutive losses now resides at quad numbers, do not panic. I repeat, do not panic. Instead, try to remember the good times. The birds singing in the distance as the cascading undulating waves break off in the sunset. Think about the smell of fresh squeezed lemonade competing with barbequed hamburgers and hotdogs on the grill, for your attention. Let your mind drift back to that happy family picture sequence captured on video recorder, long since lost in the pawnshop. Remember that of all the gifts in this world, the greatest of these is love. Savor the loves that used to reside by your side, now taking up residence next door to the house you used to own, at Mr. Elmore's happy abode. Think about the many splendid events that you hosted at your former home before the foreclosure. Bask in the glow of the many wondrous "river cards"you enjoyed during your infamous winning streak, more than 15 years ago. Revel in the number of friends, family, associates and strangers whom borrowed your money never to return it, before the wheels fell off, leaving you crippled and destitute. More importantly, let your road to recovery begin in the surgery room. The diagnosis is for a complete and full recovery. Once your rehab has been elevated to outpatient status here are few tips to heed.
Let the past go, no need to wallow in the mire. Instead, formulate a viable plan. Since panhandling would not be an option-Don't, swallow all of your pride-go directly to plan B. Plan B contains material and related information detailed by that notable author, Dr. B.N. You will not necessarily be able to see Dr.B.N. in person because there is usually a receptionist there who will tell you; Doctor is OUT and will not B.N. However, his books are rife with expansive informative text. Unfortunately, you will have to scuffle up the $59.99 cost plus $5.00 stamp and handling charge. In addition, the pages may be a little stuck together on the parts about full in-depth recovery. Obviously, those are the pages salivated upon the most. No matter, glean what you can from that chapter, so that your arrival to the gist of the book-contained in the back chapter- is understood. So, without further ado: Do not stop what you were doing, Now-everything is already lost-Fool! Here goes the best advice ever told: NOBODY LOSES FOREVER!
