My Dad worked his knackers off all his life, but vowed to retire at fifty..... At 53 he bought his boat and caravan and was preparing to sell his business and retire, when he was diagnosed with cancer! 6 weeks later he was gone......
I was 23 at the time and vowed that the same thing wouldn't happen to me. Although I've always worked and paid my way, I've travelled the world, done some extraordinary things/jobs, lived in some great places and generally had fun!!!
As someone put it recently... 'a life less ordinary...'
2 years ago at the age of 40 I was diagnosed with cancer and I'm really lucky to be here to tell the tale! Just over a year ago I had some pretty radical surgery, during which there were complications and I nearly didn't get through it..... Reflecting on it all in the days afterwards I decided that I didn't have too many regrets about how I've lived my life. Apart from the ones who got away
and a time in my thirties when all my 'friends' hassled me to 'settle down' and get a proper job... blah blah blah
and I did.......
I'm in South Wales at the moment and was going to go to the meet...... but I was too busy working.......
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Topic: Hard work never killed anybody.......... (Read 2993 times)