This is an exchange between my cousin and me:
Becky: I made myself laugh ruefully the other day. I tried to run across the road with traffic oncoming to my right. I looked exactly like Tim Conway's old man. My feet felt like they were really running rapidly, but, unfortunately, my forward motion was very minimal. Since I made it to the other side without getting squashed, I can only assume that raucous laughter caused the driver to step on the brake.
Me: I used to run wherever I went. I'd park at the opposite end of the parking lot just to run to the store. I couldn't run far, but I could run fast. That all stopped when I managed to sprain both ankles and one wrist in one fall. Now when I run, it feels like I have wooden legs. That spring in my step is more like a 'clunk'... I guess it beats the alternative (making the family go through another funeral while we unite with our Lord face to face.)
Becky: Good outlook!
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