I've followed this thread for quite a while. You spend your entire life moving **** from point A to point B to point C. Maybe you have too much ****. Or hire a Sherpa.
I cut my finger off in a table saw encounter. Ran right past the first aid kit and went straight to the hospital. Didn't even THINK about stopping at the kit.
We've gone through kids, grandkids, and great grandkids. Illness, death , laughter, joy, etc. We like to think of it as lives well lived...
I have the best friends anyone could ever hope for... And make no mistake about it... I AM GRATEFUL.