Description Just a short while back, I was dysfunctional.
I am writing about.
The modern world does not do us favors in some ways, I have learned-and it is human ingenuity at fault.
Whatever was wrong with me is today also wrong with much younger people.
I was wrong.
When you are old, the idea of dying is a frequent visitor.
Short of my eighties, I now "knew" what it was like being near the end, near dying.
I could barely move.
I couldn\'t bend.
I needed a walker around the house.
Description Just a short while back, I was dysfunctional