was always complaining. He hated peanut butter sandwiches he would tell his co-workers.
"I'm so tired of peanut butter sandwiches. And the white bread is always too soft."
"Oh, no! Here it is again, another peanut butter sandwich," he would say as he opened his lunch pail.
His co-workers pitied him and assumed that his wife or someone where he lived always prepared the
same sandwich, day after day.
One day, one of the men said, "Why don't you ask your wife to make a different kind of sandwich?"
To which the man replied, "My wife? I don't have a wife. I make my own lunches."
The morale of this story is that so often we, ourselves, are repeating in our lives what is unpleasant
and distasteful. Oftentimes habits have set in and we don't even realize anymore that something
unpleasant has been set in motion, not by a stranger, but by ourselves.