Sorry been gone awhile due to a concussion turned bad and I’m just reading through the old posts. This one really caught my attention. After a month or two of not being able to remember who the people taking care of me actually were and then even today walking around with a card telling me or whoever else finds me who I am and where I live etc. It’s Truly a fine line between Living and dying. Or being alive and actually living life. It’s a short fucking ride and I personally will never NOT take advantage of every precious second given to me and my loved ones. AR