#battering odds

When I look in the mirror. I don’t see an old man. I don’t a see a confused teen. I see myself. True, I have a head with a little fewer strand of hair, but I also have a head brimming with wisdom from bumps and bruises from the rugged matches that I had with life. Some won. Some lost. But mostly earned, and what I prize the most is the respect that life holds for me. Yet, the results in the end…