I hate this - having to create titles
While reading other's blogs I realized I don't have major problems--nay--not even minor--at least none worthy of being written. I'm 72. I had a terrible childhood. One of foster homes and shelters and severe abuse. All of which ended when I joined the US Army in the summer of 1950. Since then, I've had a good life. Maybe better than most. Old age brings physical problems but none at this time that limits my life beyond I can't run. I've had open heart surgery, my abdominal aorta replaced, and I suffer from Chronic Obstructive Pulminary Disease (COPD). I'm still above ground and enjoying it. What more could I want?
I also know not to give advice based on my life's experiences or as an observer of other's life experiences.
Anyway, this is a good start.
Have a good day.