Interesting idea. Right now I am trying to see what role I might have here. Many of the things you fellows talk about I experienced myself. But, also as is often said here, it was easier to deal with one's deficiencies and find work arounds. I don't want any of you to kill yourselves. I got close a few times, but now I'm glad I didn't. Too many people would have been glad to hear it. Lots of them are in living hells now. Most people my age have suffered at least one medical crisis. Many of them have chronic conditions. Many suffered horrible physical injuries that make them suffer every day. Many already have the disease that will kill them. Not me. Not a lost tooth, broken bone, not an injury that made me spend so much as a day in a hospital. My GP is so frustrated that I'm overweight, eat junk food, drink and smoke, don't excercize, and he can't find a thing wrong.
I remember a conversation with a Stacy back in the 1970's, as I was tutoring her in English. She remarked on my homeliness, I complimented her on her refined, well toned beauty. Then I told her she was like a Thoroughbred, I was like an ugly, lumpy plow horse. She'd be broken down by her regimen by the time she was 50; I'd still be out there, plowing that field, little the worse for wear.
She committed suicide when she was 51.
