Gut punch

I remembered what a punch in the gut felt like yesterday.

I was told something by a friend.

The workforce at their place of employment has dwindled.

It's at a number that makes you wonder when is the end coming.

That punch in the gut takes the wind out of you as well as leaving you with a sick feeling.

Even on a sun-drenched June day, the mental sky is gray and gloomy.

Yes. the person can better themselves by finding work elsewhere.

Why stay for the inevitable?

Maybe, just maybe, there is a small sliver of hope.

Oh, the wishful thinker.

Really, what is wrong with being that?

Nothing.

Hope can never be extinguished.

If that is lost, despair takes control.

That is not a pretty picture.

The numbers may be dwindling but the fight, the dedication, the effort, the loyalty cannot and should not be extinguished.

We follow up that punch in the gut with a smile and laugh.

That in turn leads to us not backing down.