Mark Walsh 19

I work every Saturday, and I always bring all of the guys at the shop breakfast. I always stop at McDonald's and buy ten McSausage McBuiscuits, and on one of said biscuit runs, I was terribly late. When I paid for all ten of the grease-packed "sandwiches", in the banter with the elderly lady at the drive through, I explained that I was a few minutes late, to which she exclaimed "Now, honey, there ain't no reason to rush if you are already late to the game." As I drove the rest of the way to work and enjoyed the cool, refreshing McCoca-Cola, I thought about that statement. I realized that I had been living my life in such a way that was damaging to myself. I had failed to grasp the ideas of priorities, and understanding that doing something late is still doing something late, no matter how late it is. I now live a much less stressed life, and I think about that a lot.