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Today I died.  It was 3.13 a.m.


Today was the day that I ended my journey of a lifetime. It had been quite a roller coaster ride around the world. Of course, I was not expecting this day to come so soon. In fact, I had intended to hang around for at least a few more years before ending my journey. But it happened nonetheless and at the most ungodly hour of 3.13 am.


Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.


I was getting too old for all the pleasures that this world offered. Had I not filled my cup to overflowing proportions, that I now sought a more simple solution and one of rest eternal. Yes, I could continue as before, but at what cost in the medication of self preservation? Fortunately, I was not alone. A large gathering had come to bid me a fond farewell. I did not want to leave them just yet and they did not want me to go. The timing had been too inconvenient for all of us.


Plans were well under way in preparation of my 90th in a few months time. I was having the time of my life and enjoying my growing clan. They were experiencing the time of theirs too.


Courage to change the things that I can change


At first I had thought they had come to berate me for daring to upset their well laid plans. But how could I get upset, when I was grateful to them for having showed me another aspect from their point of view?


And Wisdom to know the difference.


I remember it all so well...as if it were yesterday...



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