So scary, in fact, that we won't do it.
How do we get over that obstacle?
Make the stakes incredibly high.
Like the kind of high stakes that make news headlines.
So early this morning before the sun came up,
as I walked Pugsley in the cool 81 degree night time air,
I spied a shooting star.
It shot right through the big dipper, streaking through the sky from east to west. It glowed for what seemed like a long while, but I'm sure it was just a few seconds.
You bet, I made a wish.
I'm sure you'll see the headlines soon.
Keep an eye out for your own shooting star.
I'll be waiting to see your headlines.