The doctor had waned me: a fall at my age could be fatal. Ungrateful wretch that I am, it wasn’t. I had a cup of coffee in my right hand, and I don’t know what in my left, and I turned backward to the right. The spin took me right down, and I am suffering now from black and blue marks and a swollen right leg.
It could be worse, right? But at eighty-seven, it ain’t easy. I continue with prayers of thanks and a fresh determination. I’m resolved to discontinue my profligate ways and be the man I should.
Your life is your one chance.
Civilization 