Thanks...

Life’s got a real sense of humour, doesn’t it? Throws a truck at me, rattles the bones, tears me up like a cheap suit, and still—I’m here. Too grumpy, too irascible, too damn stubborn for the world to shake off. You don’t lose me that easy. I don’t go out on someone else’s terms. Not on fate’s, not on chance’s, and certainly not on some utility truck driver’s half-second lapse in judgment.

So keep your prayers if you want, but don’t waste them on me. Others need them far more.

I’ve been clawing my way through worse for too long to start worrying about near misses now.

Ecclesiastes 9:11 (KJV) – "I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all."

No complaints, no pleading—just the way of things. Time and chance roll the dice, and sometimes you’re the one who gets hit. That’s life.

S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Mar 4, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1896792328356139210?t=IMDwtd92yubf7o6plMIkRA&s=19

https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2634

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