This is a very right on tale and one to remember…
A friend of mine in his 80’s pulled me aside to talk this morning. He lifted his pant leg to reveal a huge, gauze-covered dressing over his entire shin.
“I was caught in the middle of a dogfight,” he said. “The doctor can’t stitch it because there’s simply no skin. I have another bandage up here,” he said, indicating his thigh.
His skin is even thinner than mine and he’s also on blood thinners. I cringed, imagining the pain of that huge, open wound.
He then confided that his lady friend of late has decided to fly solo. After a long sigh, he simply said:
“My life is over. I’m in too much pain to move. I have no companionship and there’s nothing to look forward to. Really, nothing.”
For a moment, I was flummoxed. We’re pals. We’ve worked out together, gone to many a…
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