Life isn’t exactly fair. After working hard at being a teacher for 31 years, I was forced to retire by poor health.
I have diabetes. And I was told recently by medical professionals that if I have a heart attack, I probably won’t be able to feel it coming on. Not much hope for surviving it when it comes.
Retirement for me has been a matter of diminishing returns. Reduced income gradually led to hospital bills I couldn’t pay and predatory banks with toothy credit card deals forcing me into bankruptcy. Now I can’t afford to pay rising property taxes on a house that is falling apart from foundation problems and old age. So, in the near future, we will lose the house.
But I am not ready to give up and die just yet. I still have stories to tell. There are still people who care about me. I still have the ability to tell a joke or two and make people either smile a little or cringe a little. I have already published six good novels filled with a bit of humor and a lot of life.
Let tomorrow come. I am ready. Time to face it like a good soldier, marching forward, weapons at the ready. Even if the bright sun is in my old eyes.