Dear Friends
At my age, 39 for the 42nd time, life has its challenges. After taking a fall last month, my physiotherapist insists I start using a cane. Climbing stairs in now an Olympic event. But it’s not all bad, people are so kind, strangers reach out to help when they see me struggling to get out of a cab or walking across a busy street. The way I see it, I am lucky to have been born and there is much to enjoy before the curtain falls on my life, so I just keep adapt and just keep rolling along. Here’s a poem that reflects my thoughts on aging.
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