Thank You Anyway, Prize Cow

A story whose meaning keeps coming back to me. My prize cow was a career in computer programming, which I killed in 2002. I’ve been working its old patch of dirt any number of ways since without making a bean but without the old depression and downright urge to kill myself. So, that’s a blessing.

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