Fit, or unfit – that is the question !

My Story – My Life !

 

Lies are the termites in the House of Life

 

 

“Zebras have stripes; leopards have spots. How do you define yourself ?” That was the question which confronted me in a holy place of worship recently. “You are not a fit person....!” These angrily shouted words had erupted from the lips of someone I had revered for almost a decade; someone I had counted as a friend. And, to make matters worse, he was someone who “should” know – a man of “the cloth” – a

“Reverend Gentleman”.

 

I indeed feel that I have had a “fortunate life”, and had already concluded that although “in adolescence we learn everything, it takes a long life to express it”.  This was a pivotal moment, and I have been beavering away for the last eighteen months, trying to come to grips with the accusation, and my question.

 

I am now 59 years young, having been born in 1945 to Anglo Australian parents on the then outskirts of Melbourne. But that big “0” birthday was already looming, and the realization that “every breath brings us closer to death which may come at any time.” I have already experienced several moments which could have been my last, due to my failing heart, recently diagnosed. How unfair ! Just when I seem to be

getting a grip on what it means to be truly alive !

 

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