He worked out for years and had near zero body fat.
He ran triathlons and was supremely fit.
He was strong like a bull and muscled like a god.
He seemed bulletproof invincible to anything
that could harm or take anyone else out.
His diet seemed perfect, never ate any junk food.
Yet, he died young of a massive heart attack.
Sometimes living a long disease-free life
is more about luck than determined intentions.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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