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The same voice in my head from last week on my flight to LA also showed up this past Friday morning. It wasn’t Jamaica this time, but it could have been.

It was 6:15 a.m. and I was walking to my curb-parked car after yawning my way down the elevator T.G.I.F.-ing.

I was five steps from the car and a homeless guy asked for a few bucks.

“I don’t have anything in my pockets.”
“Some spare change?”
“I don’t have any.”

The truth was that I didn’t have any money in my pockets. I had the money in my day-planner.

The homeless guy scattered off looking for another pre-dawn giver.

The voice spoke up.

“You liar. You told the truth, but not the whole truth.”
“You have twelve dollars in your day-planner and you know it.”

I sat there for 60 seconds before rolling down the window.

“Hey man, here you go.”

I gave him all of the cash I had on me and found out his name is Darryl.

“Have a good day, Darryl.”
“You too.”

I really don’t have any cash on me.

I need to pay attention to the Voice.

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