A few months back I went to the post office to mail some letters. As I was coming out, I saw a man coming in through the door I was coming out of. He was crippled up like a pretzel; he could barely walk. I held the door for him as he slowly made his way in.

I don't have problems.

I was speaking with another friend who had a friend whose teenage daughter had recently tried to commit suicide.

I don't have problems.

All of these mass shootings; the high cost of the loss of life. The pain the families are feeling......

I woke up this morning and greeted the day. Yes, I have a few aches and pains due to aging, all in all doing pretty well though........

I don't have problems......