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Forgot to mention: My Dad died of a common cold, by the way. More accurately, he died in his sleep after he caught a very mild cold and his heart seized one morning in mid-sleep cough around 6am, rather abruptly. "Oops". He was up an hour earlier walking around like everything was fine. See what I mean? See why I don't get so bent about any of this nonsense? You can do everything possible to avoid the Big Bad Wolf, and at the end of the day you just as well might get taken out by the sniffles. Why worry about it? It's Not In Your Hands. You can play it safe, and that's fine. But it's not up to you. You get a Birthday and a Death Day and neither of those things are your decision whatsoever. So don't waste time sweating the small stuff. You'll feel stupid if you go through all this panic over a virus and then keel over dead from a spider bite or some nonsense. What'd you accomplish in the meantime? It's silly.
Life is for Living. Not being afraid. That's my attitude and I won't waver nor apologize.
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