Namaste rested his eyes outside his storage locker. He meditated, remembering his rescue of the two abandoned pups Om and Shanti, slumbering, peacefully, below his feet. His inner spirit chanted thanks for his life although not the best one recently, losing his job and home. He focused on strength, ignoring value for physical possessions behind the closed door, and concentrated on his peace, love, happiness and wealth of knowledge in his spiritual being and forge ahead to survive with goodness.
What was that voice from his past asking?
His former employer wanted to contact Namaste to share his ingenious expertise.
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