“Greetings friend,” beamed Fletcher. “My, you look like there’s something terrible on your mind! May I ask what it is Fortune?”
Fortune immediately recounted the latest incident and his feelings about staying in Resting Arms. When finished, he posed one challenge to Fletcher.
“So I ask you, why do you stay Fletcher? A bright man like you knows this already, yet you keep on here. What’s your motivation to stay?”
Fletcher considered Fortune’s words. Looking about him, a slight smile curled his face before furnishing a response.
“Why do I stay? That’s a fair question, especially in light of these constant struggles to maintain dignity, food on the table and a good roof above our heads. There are so many in Nova Scotia, like in America, who would tell us to be happy with what little we’ve
