A strange life.
Yesterday was my 62nd birthday, and it brought to mind some ideas.
I used to be enthralled by the stories of my late grandfather (he was a fisherman on the North Sea).
I never thought of the days when that person telling stories would be me, but here I am.
By my next birthday, I will be as old as our Lord was when he died past the time I thought I would be dead.
At 29, I had no idea where I was going with my life. I had a good job and could afford a vacation, but I had no girlfriend, no desire to get one, so I would never would have found one. At that time, I thought I was repulsive to the female sex - one of the reasons I came online was to find out if that was true - I did plan to kill myself by the age of 30. The decision had nothing to do with the "29 Club," the group of singers who killed themselves at 29.
When I look back, apart from not being able to drive, the plan would not have worked as the vehicle would not have gained the speed to cross the barrier and smash into the concrete pylons supporting the highway as I planned.
My life was changed by two friends who arranged who arranged a blind date with a young lady who I later married.