Time flies by

LuLu

I look at LuLu and thought, God I am getting older because my dog 🐕 has gray hair. I look at myself and see the gray hair and realize life is very short. Yesterday I was notified that a dear friend passed away. I met her working at Bob’s Big Boy fifty years ago. We stayed friends. Her husband and I were best buddies and he has been dead for ten or so years. We were golf buddies, pinnacle partners and fellow managers.

I look back at the good times and wonder if they felt they were good times. I am retired and work at making every day count for something. I never want to let a day go by without saying thanks 🙏 to the all mighty for letting me have great health and energy. My wife drank very little and lived a good life. She died of cancer at fifty-eight years of age. Why am I outliving my younger friends and family members? Am I lucky or getting paid back for my mistakes? Do you ever feel this way? I am nobody special, an average guy who is seldom sick. I raised hell as a kid, but have calmed down in my old age.

I very seldom drink and never too excess. I eat moderately and wish to live at least twenty more years and have a lot of gusto for living. It is a tranquil life in Costa Rica and enjoy listening to the monkeys and birds 🐦. I write everyday and enjoy nature’s best. Why have I been so lucky? I hope you are as lucky as I am. Have a great life! Pura Vida!

Sunset in El Cielo

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Except from The Chameleon Returns,

I was in hiding for four days when the enemy came searching for a pilot. Twenty terrorists are climbing the mountain firing at me. I get shot in my shoulder and could not move my right arm. Luckily, I have a great spot to defend. It was a hard climb for the terrorist and left them vulnerable as they climb. I was down to five bullets when the Blackhawk helicopter with Jerry peak over the edge of the mountain. I hear the machine guns and watch as my pursuers die or run away. I was too injured to move up the rope ladder, and the helicopter couldn’t land. Jerry lowers the ladder and climbs down to me. He throws me over his shoulder and begins to climb up the ladder.You know how difficult it is to climb a rope ladder with a hundred and eighty-pound man dangling on your shoulder? Almost impossible for a big strong man and Jerry only weighs a hundred and sixty-five pounds. Jerry holds me on the ladder until the pilot arrives at a mesa on the mountaintop and sets us down feet first. Then he lands the helicopter to help Jerry bring me to the helicopter. Did you know my friend got a silver star for his heroic effort in saving one Airman’s life?

Excerpt From
The Chameleon Returns
T.M. Nugent
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Timothy M Nugent

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Author: tmnugent

Poet Author. Living in Costa rica Pura Vida. Love to travel, play with my dogs and write poetry. My girlfriend and I enjoy life and could't be happier living here

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