I recently read an interesting article that asked "How will you die"? It sounds like a rather morbid topic, but if you think about it, it's a legitimate question. Hopefully none of us have received a medical diagnosis giving us X months to live, therefore we likely just don't know.
I suppose if you're a base jumper or a wing-suit flyer a "wardrobe malfunction" or a slight miscalculation could result in your untimely demise. If you're a gang member, especially in a place like Chicago or St Louis, you might die in a violent shooting. And it isn't hard to imagine a top member of the Trump administration being bludgeoned to death in prison. But I doubt many of us fall into any of those categories. So, what do you think will get you? Stepping on a rusty nail? Choking on a chicken bone?
For myself....hmmmm. There was once a time in my life a chance I might have fallen off a cliff, or walked into an airplane propeller or been sucked into a jet engine, but those days are now mostly behind me. I do drive daily in Dallas' insane traffic, so I suppose it's possible that might do me in some day. I'm very careful with my firearms, so I doubt I'll pop a cap in m'self.
I have heart arrhythmia, but my pacemaker is ticking away like one of John Cameron Swayze's old Timex watches....no problem. Otherwise my heart and all associated plumbing are in good shape. I don't smoke, and I'm told my lungs are better than great. I rarely drink, so I'm guessing my liver is safe, and my kidneys seem to be working as advertised, too.
No, I think some freak viral pandemic will eventually get me. I had (past tense) a super strong, aggressive immune system, which oddly enough caused problems of its own, so I'm now taking meds to slow it down. Now I'll probably be attacked by a flock of wayward mosquitoes carrying some deadly virus, or stung by that herd of killer ants making their way up from Mexico. (All together now...."BUILD...THAT...WALL! BUILD...THAT...WALL!") *snort*
Maybe those crazy birds from Asia will find me here in Dallas and dump a load of their infected poop on me. I really have no idea, but with my luck, it will likely be something weird that turns me into fertilizer.
How about you? Venture a guess?
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