As I look at my watch to see what time it is, and then at the calendar on the wall to see the date I realize that there is nothing, nothing whatsoever that I can do about the 67 years and 11 months that have already passed by on these two instruments of measurement.
All I can do is pray that the time that is ahead which I have left is
spent being more helpful to others, more loving than I have been, more
giving than I think I should be, and most of all more appreciative of
all that I have been given, right down to the tiniest tick of that watch
that I have on my wrist……
Writing for Sanity's Sake 