Shift Happens
Without a coronary artery bypass grafting, or whatever fancy medical mumbo jumbo it’s called, Granny's ischemic heart disease will take a devastating turn for the worse, and she might die.
No, no, no! Granny cannot die!
I hastily halt my G****e search, close my eyes, and say a prayer, channeling my inner little girl who once prayed for a pony for Christmas.
I open my eyes, adjust my glasses, and refocus on my job search. Suddenly, an ad catches my eye:
'Driver Wanted.'
I blink twice, then thrice, to make sure I'm not seeing things. The salary is a staggering leap from my previous job.
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