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Dear Life, I am not a bench player.

I’m a fixer. In every way possible. When something breaks, I want to put it back together. When something is wrong, I want to make it better. Sitting back on the sidelines is never something I’ve been especially good at. I want to be in the game, making a difference, being a part of the solution. As I get older, I’m realizing there are more and more things that I cannot fix. More and more things that are so beyond my control, that life forces me to the bench. I can watch events unfold, but not have a hand in the outcome. This irritates me to no end. I am not a bench player, and life just doesn’t seem to understand this fact. My boy is job searching, and his efforts have been fruitless. For every opportunity that has appeared promising, the door has slammed pretty quickly after hope creeped in. Yesterday, I sat. Listened. Acknowledged. There’s nothing I can say to take away or even ease the pain, there’s nothing I can do to help. I can only watch, encourage, and cheer from sidelines. I’m doing what I can, but I wish I could do more. So to the coach of this game of life, I say, put me in! I’m ready!

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