YAY! Another Year Closer To DEATH

Sometime around March of 1966, my Father forgot to put on a condom. My mother chose not to terminate the pregnancy. Nine months later, four days before Christmas, the product of their decision was born.

So here I am, forty one years later, still reflecting on their choice. I have successfully completed my first year as a middle aged man, but not without its hitches. The stroke I had should have served as a wake up call, to what, I do not know. I am just here. No parades, no tv specials, and not much to show for not dying. So I hereby resolve to complete yet another year of my life, another year closer to death. Cheers to my family, and my friends, both IRL, and on the net. Praise the Lord for giving me another chance to clear up my mistakes, and perhaps even to serve some hidden purpose. Here's to life, this one, and the next.