Stories Of The Han

HIS NAME WAS MANNY. He told me he was sober for twenty three days. He had a daughter he hadn’t seen for ten years. He visited his pastor the other week. He was a changed man. He said each day was a new day. He slept in his pick-up truck. He never admitted to it. He was too proud. His name was Manny. He was strong and needed everyone to know. He grunted aloud as he lifted those weights. He had to show he could overcome life’s burdens. He wailed loudly as a heavy stack came crashing to the ground. He pumped his fists in the air and screamed aloud. He told me he was sober for twenty three days. He was full of shame. His name was Manny.