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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We lived about a hundred miles Northwest of Chicago It was the winter of '73, and snow was covering the roads In the land of cheese and phesants, the air was crisp and cold Surely, I must have been bored; or more likely, I was a lunatic I should have relaxed on that quiet day with my lovely and wise wife who pleaded with me not to drive on such icy roadways. I was convinced that duty demanded I balance the books. I deemed myself important and vital for the success of our drug prevention program. Yes, I was obsessed with my work and blind to any and everything else that tried to change me. I was in love with my wife, but I was also having an unhealthy affair. I had heard of extra marital affairs, but no one told this 23 year old about obsessive affairs on the side. How could my premarital counsellor have overlooked such crucial fine print and denied me of such vital details? Why wasn't I informed that I could be driven by an unseen combustible engine inside my brain, compelling me to committ forbidden and obsessive actions? How was I to know that I could be so wrapped up by my job? Not to be denied though, I would soon learned the hard way which is probably the only way I was going to learn anyway. Less than a mile up the icy road, my vehicle's tire blew; I went into a spin, knocking down a mail box; and the next voice I heard was not an audible one, but my own mind speaking. "You should have listened to your wife!!!". I was all ears and sitting quietly in my 'upside down vehicle'. The only injury was my bruised pride. That was my first bout with my form of obsessive compulsive behavior which was before the term was even invented. 71917PSContest, Obsessions, Silent One, P2
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