A ramble on getting older.

No one told me about the woes of getting older. They’d just say, “Don’t get older kid!” They left out the part about the weather predicting pains. No more running down steep mountainsides with a fifty-pound backpack on my back.

True story, I once ran down a very steep mountainside backward, with a fifty-pound backpack on my back. I was scared. I couldn’t stop the momentum, and was almost at a full run, facing backward and not looking where I was going. I could have died. My friend just looked at me and smiled. See I had been boasting. Spirit has a way of making you prove your boast if you’ve been a bit too cocky about things.

The only way I was able to stop myself from continuing to run backward was to force myself to turn around and run into a tree. Which I did and it saved my life. I could have died running backward down a mountain like that. But for some reason the spirits want me to linger on.

They keep saving me, like the time I was hit by a car while crossing the street and was healed by the experience. How that happens, even I don’t know. But I can tell you that while I was on top of the car screaming for dear life….I never guessed that my shoulder would get healed in the process. Or at least, it popped a rib or two back into place.

I have more appreciation for what I had rather than what I have now. I still am working on that. Ramble…ramble on.

I have a few books published on Amazon. My newest book is called, “The Firestorm of Tears.”

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