Escape World Peace (Part 4, page 1 of 17)


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Part 4

It had been several years since I had been back to the neighborhood I had grown up in. My job had taken me several hours away. Although the job paid very well and I had thousands of dollars in the bank, I felt like I had missed something. There was an emptiness that I couldn’t explain.

Pulling into the driveway of my old house, with a brand new BMW, I noticed that the house needed a good paint job, the bushes needed trimmed, the grass needed cut, and dirt and ruts had taken over where gravel used to be. Stepping out of the car, I grinned as I looked at the front screen door that was now hanging loosely in front of the wooden front door that needed to be sanded down and refinished. The last time I had stepped through those doors, Uncle Frank was giving me a hug and saying goodbye, as I headed off to college. I had always expected to come back but, one thing led to another, and the next thing I knew I was starting my career a few hundred miles away.

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