This morning I woke at 3 and tossed / turned until nearly 4 am.  I got up, fed cats, cleaned cat litter boxes, made my coffee.  Then started my day online by first going to the Male Survivor site where I responded to those who had commented on my post.  Then I started reading the new posts from others.   This one I wanted to share with all of you.  When I was using the VA for my healthcare from the mid 1990s to the early 2000s, we had a saying.  “There but for grace go I”.  So many had it worse than I did I would think yet they were happy it seemed, not bitter, living the best life they could.  I met people who were WW2 POWs and who struggled with shrapnel still seeping from their skin who did not let that destroy life for them.   Then I was young and did not understand.  Now I am old … er and think I am beginning to.  Hugs.  

Plus in my morning video feed I found this waiting for me.   Hugs.