At age 68, I’m glad to be here still. Not everyone lives this long. For me, those are more than glib words. My two best friends died at ages 60 and 63. I miss them. I am glad to be here still to enjoy and hopefully to be enjoyed by my family and other friends.
I’m glad to have good health. I just got back from my two-mile walk. It’s 7:30 a.m.
Spiritual health is also vital. I will be in church this Wednesday evening for Kathwood’s weekly “prayer meeting.” I have had my quiet time and read my morning devotional today while I ate breakfast.
The newest Big Addition to my life is that I now attend Al-Anon, a Twelve-Step group. I think about two-thirds of the people I know should attend Al-Anon—established for the sons, daughters, husbands, wives, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters and friends of people with an addiction, past or present. Who is not related to or a friend of someone who is addicted to something—alcohol, food, drugs, television, money, religion, talking, coffee, work, control?