Just yesterday, my uncle came and gave me a book. It was about how a family nearly fell apart when the husband became paralysed due to an accident involving the air force, and how a labrador retriever brought it all back again.
If we were to sit and think, wouldnt you consider yourself fortunate that we do not land up in that situation? How life is so short and, to a certain extent, frightening? Time passes to quickly I cant even catch my breath, to shout, "Stop! " and have the world stop right there with you. There's so many changes happening to us, much faster than we can absorb. Its like being spoon fed a certain amount of information whether or not we can cope. Isnt it strange how we meet certain people, certain things, good or bad, and be thankful, or curse ourselves at the luck? Some believe in fate, and that they should go with the flow. Life's funny. Its like being dealt a bad hand of cards. We cant change the unavoidable, we can only find the best way to play it. Like death. Sigh. Ok. This is really a very morbid subject. I shall drop it. Anyone I know, talk to me, call me, say something, PLEASE!!!
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