I turn the ripe, old age of 51 today.
In my mind, I had passed life's halfway point and is now accelerating downhill toward the inevitable crash and burn of old age. Ouch indeed.
I still pray every night. Except now I spend more time thanking God for what I have than asking for what I don't. The pot of gold isn't at the end, you see; the journey is it own reward.
In my mind, I had passed life's halfway point and is now accelerating downhill toward the inevitable crash and burn of old age. Ouch indeed.
I still pray every night. Except now I spend more time thanking God for what I have than asking for what I don't. The pot of gold isn't at the end, you see; the journey is it own reward.
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