I was *walking* beside a horse who spooked and slammed me down onto the blacktop.
I was in a coma for 11 days and the doctors “wrote me off”, assuming I’d die from the massive brain trauma.
I reckon I should have been wearing a helmet in my gramma’s yard.
Some people are still driving their old dependable paid for vehicles that don’t have all the fancy new safety jazz.
Then again, a local woman was driving her new Pontiac when she got clipped and went through the windshield, seat belt, airbag and all.
God knows the number of your days and you won’t make it 1 second past your time.
The date of your death may be written in stone, by why not take deliberate steps to ensure as best you can, to remain functional up until that time?
Life is a bitch when somebody has to change your diaper.