A note I keep forgetting to bring up, last Monday I asked our usual ABF driver, Joe, "What's up?" when he made his daily stop by the warehouse to drop off and/or pick up skids.

"S.O.S. Brother." He grinned at me. It's been making me wonder all week if it's coincidental that a sarcastic acronym for despising your situation bears the same elements as a desperate cry for help. I spend a lot of time lately wondering why so many people I know seem to be waiting for someone to pull their asses out of the cold, shark infested water. Not me, not anymore, at least.