As a child, I remember the fun of counting train cars and looking for the end of the train. Finally, I could see the little red caboose in the distance and I knew the wait was almost over. As I grew older, the sight of the smaller red car was a welcomed relief. I was tired of waiting for the train to pass. Life hands us trials and many times we wonder, where is the caboose? Is there an end to my problem?

As a child, I remember the fun of counting train cars and looking for the end of the train. Finally, I could see the little red caboose in the distance and I knew the wait was almost over. As I grew older, the sight of the smaller red car was a welcomed relief. I was tired of waiting for the train to pass. Life hands us trials and many times we wonder, where is the caboose? Is there an end to my problem?

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