Joey finally decides to face his fear and skips the bus to walk to work, embarking on a journey he would have never expected to have.
I can hear my dad scream this literally every single day about something he misplaced. Keys, wallet, sunglasses, paperwork, and checkbook. He even bought multiple, MULTIPLE packages of pens to place about the house so that he would never need to constantly look for a pen.
"You've ever thought about keeping a gratitude journal?" my mentor once asked me one evening during a dinner at his house. "It would help you. Give it a shot for a month. Keep it to say, three things each day and work your way up from there."