I have my hands full with temporary expenses and how many places I have to make contacts with. It was not until I went to the Sunday service today. The sound of piano sounded like the sound from a jet engine of an airplane. Although I arrive at the local church on time, I couldn't enter the chapel until an hour passed. Until then I was crying out loud on a bench outside the church building, unable to control my perception that I could have been treated more fairly. Lest I wouldn't crash anything, I kept my body stiff on bench, and my prayer was rather like a  scream of the siren of a fire engine. At work on weekdays I seemed to behave. However my mind has been almost wreck from tens of stress source, large and small.

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