Under The Knife
Ten hours of surgery, cheating death twice code blues. Frank came out of the hospital unable to walk.
Mortality was thrown in his face like ice water. Taking a good look at his life Frank told the shrink,
“I should have been paralyzed. I should be in a wheel chair with a colostomie bag hanging down out of my ass.”
“Yes, and can you see what happened and how lucky you are.”
Frank paused for a second fingers over his upper lip.
“Yes, I see how lucky I am. I guess I can’t figure out what life is supposed to be about. What’s the use? You end up dying; I’m scared too die.”
Exiting the shrink’s office Frank took inventory of his life. He had one thing a lot of men, at the age of 58, didn’t have.–a loving, caring woman of thirty years.
Maybe that was life was all about.