I struggle now and then, usually when turning around, to keep my balance. I’m talking about physically, not mentally, though that counts too. The doctor said one more fall, and that’s it. I can kiss the world good-bye.
He prescribed physical therapy. I am assiduous in following the routine, and hopefully it’ll pay off. But the vagaries of the human mind make me a risk-taker, something that paid off in my basketball days, but that may be the end.
I’ve become very accepting of what the Lord lets come my way (Providence, not fate) and I am at peace. I hope I can preserve that attitude, no matter what.
Civilization 