A better swimmer.........

I hosed off the porch & gave the Matrix a lick & a promise.........‘Sa brite, sunshiny day with a coolish north wind ‘n my fingers feel like they durn near froze up on me....all a matter of perspective, I guess......I grew up in a land that had a winter, temps getting down around zero once in a while, & I spent a winter in Wyoming back in the time when I was making the transition from a tadpole to a gangly young frog, so I know that t’ain’t really cold here......’course what it is, is that memory tends to blank out the unpleasant & intensify the more peasurable moments of youth.....for most people. Some people are just the opposite ‘n their mem’ries gotta be just awful to live with......I can’t imagine life being so unpleasant that some people look forward to shuffling off this mortal coil.....someone recently asked me if I hadn’t had hard times in my life as tho’ that were reason enuff to look forward to the end. My reply was that the hard times made the good times only that more precious......In the movie, The End, Burt Reynolds plays a man who, diagnosed with a seminal illness, decides to kill himself...
however, after swimming out to sea, he changes his mind and swims back to shore while praying to God to make him a better swimmer.......works for me.
Justin Other Smith