I got a good night sleep Saturday night. Woke up late. Crawled out of bed. Grabbed a cup of coffee and sat on my porch enjoying the last of the spring flowers. A few minutes later my youngest son pulled in the driveway. He got out of the car whistling. He was singing the phrase ‘loving the grind’. He had just gotten back from the gym and apparently had a pretty good workout. As he walked by me...
You Have To Love The Grind
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