About five years ago, I sat in my back yard and remarked to The Runner that we have an excellent life, and that I was so content. Within six months I was suicidal.
This past December, I remarked to my family that we have been so fortunate to avoid major illness, or accidents, or other mishaps of that sort. Within three months: an ovarian cancer diagnosis.
Next time I'm feeling thankful, content, or secure, I'll make sure to keep that to myself.
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