I ran into myself from a former age (with parted hair). Notice the thin lips. You know what that comes from, don't you?

Have you ever heard of the expression, keep a stiff upper lip! Hmmmm, I think you're beginning to see what a life of torment can do to a personna.

In spite of that I manage to be out and about, smile a little, play with friends a little, and remain ever so grateful for carrying so many gifts from God. Now if only I felt up to (as in the old days), to finding ways (energy) to share, publicize, promote, document and produce God's Gold which lays dormant - like the killing power of a coiled snake waiting for the right environment and moment to release its potential.