I am old. And it is true that I am not as old as the Rolling Stones. After all, they are living proof that prehistoric fossils can actually still sing. But I am nearing the end. My health is rapidly deteriorating. And while medical technology has advanced worldwide, and is probably the only reason I have lived for 60 years, the cost of that technology to Americans is beyond what I can afford. I am living now in a house that I saw in my dreams back in college. In that dream from when I was twenty, I saw myself sitting in an easy chair that is now in this house. The sky outside was pale orange. And an angel came to me and said, “This is it. This is the end. You must come with me.”
So I am expecting the angel any day now.
But there is…
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