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Monday Mornings: Life's Unexpected Moments

The document explores various narratives, including a man's dread of Monday mornings, a woman's reflection on an unexpectedly marvelous day, and the extraordinary nature of existence. It also touches on ethical dilemmas faced by medical professionals dealing with drug seekers, the significance of a treehouse for two friends, and humorous lessons learned during a hike. Additionally, it features a robot's disapproval of a man's drinking habits, highlighting themes of companionship, adventure, and self-reflection.

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Monday Mornings: Life's Unexpected Moments

The document explores various narratives, including a man's dread of Monday mornings, a woman's reflection on an unexpectedly marvelous day, and the extraordinary nature of existence. It also touches on ethical dilemmas faced by medical professionals dealing with drug seekers, the significance of a treehouse for two friends, and humorous lessons learned during a hike. Additionally, it features a robot's disapproval of a man's drinking habits, highlighting themes of companionship, adventure, and self-reflection.

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It was always the Monday mornings.

It never seemed to happen on Tuesday morning,


Wednesday morning, or any other morning during the week. But it happened every
Monday morning like clockwork. He mentally prepared himself to once again deal with
what was about to happen, but this time he also placed a knife in his pocket just
in case.
She sat down with her notebook in her hand, her mind wandering to faraway places.
She paused and considered all that had happened. It hadn't gone as expected. When
the day began she thought it was going to be a bad one, but as she sat recalling
the day's events to write them down, she had to admit, it had been a rather
marvelous day.
Do you think you're living an ordinary life? You are so mistaken it's difficult to
even explain. The mere fact that you exist makes you extraordinary. The odds of you
existing are less than winning the lottery, but here you are. Are you going to let
this extraordinary opportunity pass?
The drug seekers would come into the emergency room and scream about how much pain
they were in. When you told them that you would start elevating their pain with
Tylenol or Advil instead of a narcotic they became nasty and combative. They would
start telling you what drug and dose they had to have to make their pain tolerable.
After dealing with the same drug seekers several times a month it gets old. Some of
the doctors would give in and give them a dose of morphine and send them away. Sure
that was faster, but ethically she still couldn’t do it. Perhaps that’s why she had
longer care times than the other doctors.
To the two friends, the treehouse was much more than a treehouse. It was a
sanctuary away from the other kids where they could be themselves without being
teased or bullied. It was their secret fortress hidden high in the branches of a
huge oak that only they knew existed. At least that is what they thought. They were
more than a little annoyed when their two younger sisters decided to turn the
treehouse into a princess castle by painting the inside pink and putting glitter
everywhere.
It's always good to bring a slower friend with you on a hike. If you happen to come
across bears, the whole group doesn't have to worry. Only the slowest in the group
do. That was the lesson they were about to learn that day.
Turning away from the ledge, he started slowly down the mountain, deciding that he
would, that very night, satisfy his curiosity about the man-house. In the meantime,
he would go down into the canyon and get a cool drink, after which he would visit
some berry patches just over the ridge, and explore among the foothills a bit
before his nap-time, which always came just after the sun had walked past the
middle of the sky. At that period of the day the sun’s warm rays seemed to cast a
sleepy spell over the silent mountainside, so all of the animals, with one accord,
had decided it should be the hour for their mid-day sleep.
The robot clicked disapprovingly, gurgled briefly inside its cubical interior and
extruded a pony glass of brownish liquid. "Sir, you will undoubtedly end up in a
drunkard's grave, dead of hepatic cirrhosis," it informed me virtuously as it
returned my ID card. I glared as I pushed the glass across the table.

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