‘Drain Bamage’

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I preformed under the pretense that it was better to be the hittor rather than the hitee…

I thought this physical punishment would be for just a handful of seasons,  but then it was one more….before I even knew it was two hands full of years and things started to feeling  differently!

Oh how many times did I hit the unforgiving ground???

Occupational Hazard!

The space ship awaits the man with his fried brain. Or is it just arriving at this new beginning?
The separation is closing on me as the daylight becomes less and less. As night falls the path back becomes even more obscure. My faith keeps me pushing forward.

Were the shekels in the bag worth the pain. Worth the punishment to my body?

The Presidents expressions never change. Their watchful eyes have scene it all.
From one view point the journey was no doubt viewed with grandeur…however the view from a 77year old broken vessel is looking older by the minute.

The days seem to excellerate as the race approaches the finish line. But as I approach the end I faintly see it is not the end but a new beginning .

Today marks what would be the 48th birthday of my beautiful daughter. I am so proud of you Amy and you are the biggest reason that the race will never end it will run forever.

I feel like I am a few laps away from the finish line. It will be a joyous reunion as I break the tape. The reception at the finish line grows each day. As time goes by the numbers at the finish line become a majority!

I know they will embrace me as I cross over.