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Why We All Suffer

My wife isn't one to hold grudges. It's a good thing, too, because otherwise I would not be in good standing in her eyes. But 14 years later, she loves me. This despite my many imperfections.

But mention running in gym class and she remembers. She remembers the stupid boyfriend of her gal-pal who said the wrong thing to the wrong gym teacher. This gym teacher was not to be trifled with. But instead of merely correcting the offending party, the gym teacher made everyone run laps.

You've no doubt seen this kind of correction take place. Punish everyone for one person's bad deeds. This way you turn a whole class into a miniature version of vigilantes ensuring justice is brought down.

It just goes to show that gym teachers are reading the Bible for disciplinary techniques. What, you ask? Oh yeah, this is a technique Nebuchadnezzer perfected back in Daniel's day. Dan asks if he could have the vegan special instead of all that fatty food. I've thought about doing that before, but then I recall how good cheeseburgers taste.

Well, Dan convinces the guards to a 10-day test as they train for the king's service. And surprise, surprise, surprise. Who would have thought that veggies and water would be more healthy than bacon and beer? I know, it surprises me too.

How popular do you think Danny-boy was with the other guys when the king decides to make them all go vegan? I can't imagine that went over very well. Much like the clown in gym class, they were all running laps now, just waiting for the perfect chance to thank him.

I guess that's why we do the right thing for the right reason.

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