The hematoma in my left forearm was weird.. No bump or other trauma caused it. It just happened. The cure required opening up my forearm with two long incisions, scraping the corrupted and coagulated blood near the bone, then running a drain tube in one side, under the muscles, and out the other side. After a week of that in place, and a regimen of antibiotics, the tissue had closed enough to remove the drain tube. Another week and the wounds have almost completely closed up. I'll be left with a Nasty looking scar but my arm is as agile and strong as ever, so I'm grateful.
It all makes me conscious of my own mortality. Like, ..... I'm dying. Think about it. If I live to the ripe old age of 80, that means, since I am now 65, that I have 15 years left. ... But look again. ... 365 times 15 is 5475 days.
Look at that finite number.
Calculate your own days.
A young person of, say 20, has 60 years to age 80. But his days are 21,900. ... still a finite number.
What will we do with the days we have left to us?
Will we find faith in the earth? Or will we see a great falling away first? I don't know. I plan to trek across America in search of it in those I meet along the way. Lord willing, and I live long enough to do so, I will seek knights and Lords and invite them to the round table of Chivalry-Now. And my gentle mission among them is to bring to those who can receive it, the Word of Love, and the concept of the Holy CAPS (Character, Attitude, Personality, Spirit)
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