Ah...as one gets older, one just, well, get older.

The body ain't what it used to be. Bones creak and shrink, muscles tire faster and develop "trigger points", etc., etc.

Three weeks ago, my wife's grand dad passed away. He was 97. Long life. Time to go. No big deal.

But then two days ago, my wife's third brother suffered a near-fatal stroke. He's still not out of it, even after surgery. Time will tell.

Myself, I became a pale, green-colored...

"Life is but a fleeting reflection on the mirror of existence,
Permanence exists not, and if your heart speaks otherwise,
It lies to you.

Impermanence is the essence of life, and this very truth sets us free. Life is precious, life is fleeting. Live well" A Fleeting Life

...but I am not without dignity. It may be shattered in some way, in tatters from the slings and arrows of (mis)fortune, but my dignity remains. I just need a listening ear and an understanding heart and a helping hand to help me keep it up"

That may very well be the cry of every homeless person in the world.

Hard as it is, the worst thing is not the being without a roof over one's head. It's the feeling of "shame", the loss of dignity that comes from feeling...

From a recent post here on the Warrior Forum and from my blog

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Since the first fuel price hike over here my B & M business has been experiencing a slow down in sales. Even after fuel prices fell for what seemed like the umpteenth time, people just weren't spending like they did before.

Many pundits today are saying that this is one of the worst recession in the economy worldwide, predicting that it...

I posted the following post some time ago in response to a WSO posted by Paul Myers for his Killer Content ebook.

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You know, I like to read the WF late at night, with some slow, earthy and even homely voice singing on the radio. Reminds me of those nights long ago, when we used to go camping, and the fire's burning low, and voices speaking in low tones, the light of the campfire reflected on boyish faces...
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