Ryan and I have an arrangement with a close friend to care for and disperse our collection in the event of our untimely death. One rule - murder is not allowed! If he were to go before me, I would have to dispose of some of the colection, if I were to go before him - well, I don't have much say what he does with them, I'm dead. We care what happens to the dogs and reptiles more than anything...as for our "stuff", the survivors can arm wrestle on the front lawn over the furniture for all I care. Winner take all.
I have learned silence from the talkative, tolerance from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, stranger, I am ungrateful to these teachers.
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