Do you, are you, have you?
(This is not free form poetry. Someone Must Pay!)
Live day to day with a illness that you know will soon kill you?
An adolescent coyote with lower intestine prolapse, ostracized by his pack?
Just been rammed head-on by the woman who swerved while trying unsuccessfully to avoid running over the Red Squirrel that you just avoided hitting?
Drilled a hole in your thumb while making a Christmas present?
Ripped off all the flesh from your knuckle while making a bracket to raise your CB antenna a little higher so that you can better help those in disaster areas?
No? OK then, stop whining and help somebody!
Just one happened to me. I glad of that.