I keep in touch with some of
the people I attended grade school with through the magic of Facebook. What strikes me is this – we all began at the
same starting point, give or take a few months, but we will each be exiting the
human race at a different age. Some of
my fellow classmates have already finished their journey and are six feet under
or inhabiting a vase on a mantel. I feel
as if I am in a reality show called Survivor.
Who will be the last classmate voted off the planet?
Moral: Treasure each day
while you can.
