The flying port o potty
I once heard a story about a man who was walking down the street near a construction site. Suddenly a port o potty flew off of the building and landed on the man, killing him. Such a bizarre death convinced me that we have no control over when or how we will die. When it is our time we will go, ready or not. I believe that our higher selves, our souls, know when we have finished our work and are ready to be called home by the love of the Universe (or God if you prefer). All we can do is live our best lives and be sure to tell those we love that we care about them and love them, saying the things that matter. You never know when a flying port o potty might drop out of the blue!
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