Thursday... December 8th... Remember John.

It is a sunny day today here. Spose to snow tomorrow not much but at least it is a Friday and that leaves me two days away from work. Two days to enjoy the snow and sleep.

I sit a week from my 30th Birthday wondering what will be my last year of life.
Will I be too weak to walk
talk
eat
pee
hug?

will my eyes be blinded with cataracts?
will my chest fill with liquid and slowly fail?
will my heart beat with the help of machines?
will my blood thicken and clog in my brain?

I sit and think these morbid thoughts, when will my final days come and my family send me to the grave?

Eric D. Potter

Wish John had this problem...