Day 245: Prison Food

During a morning walk I had a flashback to a memory from 7th grade.

We were in Mr. Marvis' class for . . . language arts? History? I can't really remember, I just know it wasn't science or math . . . 

Growing up in the wild wild west - also known as rural Oregon - dead animals on the side of the road weren't novel or particularly rare. So it should come as no surprise that they might also filter into class discussions as well . . . 
No, that's a lie. It's weird no matter where you live. 

But the conversation of 13 & 14 year olds can go anywhere, thus ...

Kyle: ...Well, if you're in prison they make you eat roadkill!

Mr. Marivs: Kyle, they do not feed you roadkill in prison.

😂  😂  😂

Why share this ridiculous funny?
Simply because it is funny - at least to me.

But also as a reminder - if you're not in prison, you don't have to eat the roadkill.

Interpret that as you will.

And know that no matter your situation, you do not have to accept what is given to you or comes your way.

There is always another option, another way to look at things. 

Even in the most dire circumstances there is always choice.