and he doesn't like to be talked about him getting older (I've
known several like that).
To me, every day is a gift,
pass what he considered was a slow moving car. All he had on was a
pair of shorts...no shirt, no helmet, no shoes. A mailbox on the
side of the road caught the handlebar of the motorcycle...it
stopped...he didn't...flying over the handlebar at a high rate of
speed, crashing to the ground. He broke his shoulder, ankle, and
elbow, and fractured his hip.
He's lucky to be alive
grandmother-in-law, my Dad, my wife, my best man, and my brother,
all within a years time from September 2006 to September 2007.
When asked how I feel about aging I often say I don't mind, I've
known too many people over the years who never had the opportunity.
I read something once, and will mangle it, to the effect that as we
get older we stop lying about our age and begin to brag about it.
He then says, "I think you brought me bad luck".
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