I was eight years when my depression started in was enhanced by the bigoted rich kids, I was voted most likely not to succeed, and that photo in the paper “Former Sandy student cited for Valor” probably changed a few minds. After the war years, I went back to school and shined, then came the fall from grace. Fellow workers everywhere torn at my emotional flesh, I began the blood-letting like the days of yore. Then added all the pills I could swallow, what was I to do? The Army made me hate guns. After my last trip to the E.M. (it was a doozy), I relented, I promised myself to let nature have its way. Now pushing eighty I run every morning secretly wishing my heart would stop and I nearly died, (the doctors said two miles a day is better) It is. I’ll soon be off to the Milky Way trek, I think I’ve pleased the Gods with my stubborn refusal to never quit.

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Waynecobra

Waynecobra

survivor of combat and cancer, So far.