THE PRECIOUS GIFT OF LIFE.

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The young are the bravest and most fool hardy as they give this most precious gift of life freely, on a whim, or for a cause they do not understand. The old hold on to this gift of life with both hands and fight every inch of the way. They never let any cause, or fantasy takes this gift of life away. They delay or prevent of that what is coming, on that fateful day, the last hour, where ever it may be, in the departure lounge at a hospital, or the airport , or a bed near you.
While the young march bravely forward to embrace the end and become canon fodder, while the old just compensate Ceasar for his war effort.

God Bless You
May all be well with you
DMD

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