Ditto for me.
I’ve heard it said that as one nears the end of this life, one becomes more introspective. I believe that is true … it has been the cause of many a sleepless night of late. While I’m not as brave as I once was, I am in many ways more courageous. Yes, there is a difference between the two. I used to be brave in the most foolhardy of ways … tempting fate, afraid of neither man nor beast. Today, I am afraid of such things as driving the car more than a mile to the grocery store. I was thinking the other night about some of the jobs I’ve had … why, I wouldn’t have the chutzpah to even apply for most of them today! I’ve faced angry men pointing a gun at me, car wrecks, hurricanes … and never really felt afraid. But today, though I may not…
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