Saturday, September 10, 2016

Boils, Tumors, Gallstones, Bad Back

What's your ailment?

We all get something, right?

Hung around with a bunch of guys my age and older and it occurred to me that we're all kind of rotting since day one.

We all have something causing us problems. There was a guy last week who was limping badly.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Boil that got infected," he said. "It burst open on my leg. It's infected. It's killing me."

"You're limping too," he said.

"Ahh, back, hip, legs and feet," I said.

Then I turned on the radio and a woman was talking about her mother being diagnosed with a brain tumor that was gonna' wipe the poor lady out.

Sad.

One of the guys on the trip survived cancer. It did my heart good to watch him sip a beer and then order a filet.

He beat it.

Sooner or later it will end.

Heartwarming, right?

As House said: "It don't end peaceful."

But in the meantime, there's a lot of life to be lived.

The Yanks are in the pennant race. God-willing and through a lot of prep work and ice, I've been able to swing the clubs a little.

And now it's getting close to rest time as football starts, it starts to get cooler, and another change of season.

"Why did you come to work?" I asked the guy with the infected boil.

"Same reason you limp around," he answered. "The fuse is burning."

Hope your affliction doesn't keep you down and out.

Time is short!

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