Beating the Beast


I Survived to See Another Christmas. Isn’t That Amazing?

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It was late Friday afternoon. It was shortly before the end of the day and the start of the Christmas holiday. The hours flowed by like frozen maple syrup. It was finally the end of the day, and the end of the work week, the start of the long weekend.



Death

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I’ve got a secret for you. Lean in closer to the screen so no one else will see it. You will die. There are few accurate predictions I can make about you. Maybe only one. But this is it.



Contrasts

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About three hundred miles to the northeast, my sister was being prepped for brain surgery.  She was in a Boston hospital…



Sidelined

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I’ve done it again. Pulled a muscle in my back. Maybe three or four times a year, I make a bone head play and end up communing with a heating pad and an ice pack for a while.