You should be fired.

The first time I got fired, I took it hard... it took me some time to open my eyes and see that my family still loved me and I still had all the "stuff" that made me so good at the job I was fired from.

 

It was a tough but good lesson. The next time I got fired, it took me a very short time to shake off the anger and disappointment, knowing that they were the losers in the equation.

And that experience was further driven into my conscious by my friend Don's brother Bill: 

He told me the story of getting hit by a train.

He was trying to save his dog that was on the tracks.

He saved the dog, but was hit by the train.

And was dragged and then spit out between the wheels.

He went through a protracted healing process, but lived. Obviously.

And after telling me the story, he said, in a thick South Carolina accent: "Ya know, Scotty, once you've been run over by a train, nothin' else bad that happens seems like that big a deal."

 

Yes, that's a true story ... and ... I hate being called "Scotty" but I didn't tell him.