I'm going to tell you a different story today instead of the regular old spiel, its about captivity. Years back, I was providing volunteer leadership in a local penitentiary. I worked with the head guard, a big, burly, bowlegged brute named Brad, mean as the devil. All the prisoners were afraid of him, even the murderers. And one day Brad said to me, "Fresh, I want you to get out of here. I want you to get out of here right now because I can tell you're a man who loves freedom." And I said, "Well, what about you, Brad? What about you?" He said, "Oh, yeah. I'm... I'm... I'm gonna be free someday, when I retire." I recently got the news that he passed away. And where was he? Still in that prison. Still in the captivity of negativity. Ahh... old Brad..... As my papa used to say, "Stand by your glasses. Steady, and drink to your comrades' eyes. Here's a toast to the dead already, and hurrah for the next to die."
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