Far too many Americans suffer from work-related injuries and just disappear from view with no word of thanks for their service and skills, and little sympathy for their long-term suffering that follows. They should all be celebrated as heroes.

I worked in hazardous industry for many years but came out relatively lucky. At 75, I only suffer from relatively minor back issues, although Mr. Arth Ritis is with me each day, mostly in my hands. In other words, I'm just plum wore out.

I hope you can find ways to discover tidbits of joy around you each day for the rest of your life, perhaps with nature or music and other forms of art. Please post a sample for us when you do discover something that brings you joy.

Thank you so much for sharing some of the details of your life with DU. You have inspired many of us today.

May peace be with you, SonofDonald............

They look so elegant when they walk. Thanks for the nice pix, Callalily. ......

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One of my remaining joys of life during retirement is tossing U-LIne catalogs into my recycle bin every year.


KY...............

Sorry, capitalism lovers, but allowing your few natural resources to be squandered so a crown prince can have his steak just doesn't make sense.


KY.......