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Real Spill: Shannon Vaughn
Have any kind of day you want.
Is what one of my passengers would always say while exiting my bus in my city transit days.
How can I have any kind of day when I gotta deal with some of y’all non wanting to pay, disrespectful, smelly asses?
The more he’d say it the more it irked. Because it was true. Depending on the weather, people, and my mood, some days were more challenging than others to have a good day. We all want those.
He rode daily to work. Quietly I anticipated him saying it so I could hear it. To snap me out of whatever funk I may have been in. To remind me that, hey Shannon, you’re not powerless over your day or life.
It could be so so. It could be great, good, or bad.
We’re all human and feel things. When bad happens, it doesn’t have to over take me that throws the whole day. It’s just a moment. Then there’s the next.
What will you do with it?
It is always up to me. Shannon.
Shannon vs Shannon.
Not Shannon vs everyone else.
Each day I wake is already a great day.
I just have to decide that it is. And act accordingly.
