Once upon a time in the place where I worked, I told several of my co-workers about a man driving up to me as I came across the parking lot who gave me advice in the form of a limerick. It usually went something like this: “As I was coming across the parking lot this morning, this man drove up to me, stopped, rolled down his car window and said, “Come here.” “What do you want?”, I asked. “You look worn out,” he said. “I am,” I replied. “It’s the paper work. I’m exhausted.” “Well,” he remarked, “don’t let what happened to someone I heard about happen to you.” “What person?”, I questioned, “and why are you telling me about this?” He answered BECAUSE
