This is not mine, just sharing it, passing it along.
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When I turned 65 , I sat in my favorite chair, looked back at my life, and whispered to myself,
“So… this is the beginning of the final stretch.”
And slowly, the truths I had avoided all my life began to surface.
Kids? They’re busy writ...
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When I turned 65 , I sat in my favorite chair, looked back at my life, and whispered to myself,
“So… this is the beginning of the final stretch.”
And slowly, the truths I had avoided all my life began to surface.
Kids? They’re busy writ...