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I'd just sat down and started sippin' when I saw him in the distance. He was hobbling again, but I never asked. After all, I'd been hobbling the past ten days after twisting my back severely. He never asked me. I'd figured he knew the same things I did. When we age, things don't support stupidity like they used to. There's those of us that accept death as a part of life, and those who spend their final years trying to buy eternal life. I've always thought about quality versus quantity, but the best I've ever heard is "It's not about when you die, it's about how you lived". I asked George how the squirrels handled it all, and he surprised me. He said it was simple. They live every day like tomorrow's coming, just in case it does. No preconceptions, no prognostications. Better prepared than not. If you're wrong, your family benefits. If you're right, you're not a burden. He'd heard about humans who got caught up in the tests, appointments, and pill pushers. He found that unsuitable for their longevity and quality of life. I explained that when I twisted my back, some run to the emergency room for pain pills and alleviation of something that's natural. I know it's simply God telling me to slow down until my body healed and the pain would relent. I consider it a learning experience, and proof that I can still be stupid. I take NO drugs of any kind. Vitamins, yes. Natural. I've seen far too many younger than I get on that charlatans drug train to make them die sooner, and they have. Seems like one leads to another, then another to stop side effects, then more and more until your gut bacteria is destroyed, which requires more pills, visits, and weight gain due to indigestion. Yes, I know death's coming, but not when. One thing I do know. I don't want to stretch it out enriching those who don't care about anything except making money off my misery. I also know they won't care about my family having to auction off my estate to pay for their exorbitant "final shot". The fruits of my life to pay for the greed of medical corporations. Not my idea of life. As George hobbled off, and I groaned getting up, we both laughed. Yeah, we'd been stupid, but we're not ignorant. Tomorrow's another day !