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.
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.
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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