Seeing that picture inspires me about how tough people are. So glad to see you up and about once more.
Kurt, hi.
My 3 months in hospital brought me close to all sorts of people.
I've concluded that the spark, the will to overcome and survive is a seed which needs the right kind of soil to thrive.
Unfortunately there are those with the bleakest of prognosis, yet it's this undefinable spark which in some remains to the end, those are the brave ones who take it on the chin to the very end.
From what I could see, they were the ones living life to the end; poor in health yet able to share (with those that would listen) until, all of a sudden, they slip this mortal coil.
The other extreme are the ones (for whatever reasons) literally just give up, refusing meds and food, but by doing so their passing becomes a long drawn out ordeal, not just for them. but also for their nearest and dearest.
Of course that's way too simplified a view, but a good illustration of what I encountered.
I was fortunate to encounter two gentlemen who clearly responded to my hand of friendship and I'm proud to have made a bond at the last few days they had left.
I witnessed their passing, not with sadness, but the warmest kind of respect.
We all have our Demons and if you let them, will devour your soul.
I believe if you are honest with yourself, there's a richness to be found.
Before my accident I was allowing myself to get old.
I was lucky to survive and feel I'm now the youngest old man I know, appreciating the opportunity of a second chance and the gift that is life.
