Words simply are not adequate to describe how I grateful I am to be alive. It is a joy to be relatively healthy. To experience pain and joy and love. To live. There are many from my childhood neighborhood who have perished. They died young with freak accidents, suicides, drugs, and/or simply lost their minds to mental illness.
A couple of weeks ago, I le…
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