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Twice Is Too Many Times For Me

They say lightning never strikes twice, but I’ve heard of people getting struck by lightning more than once.

twice is too many times for me

I remember golfing with a buddy when we were on the 16th hole down in a valley when the warning siren blared throughout the whole course. With our lightning rods – I mean umbrellas – raised, my friend Mike began walking up the steep cart path. 

I turned to say something to him and saw a flash of light that almost blinded me. The worst part, however, was the sound of the thunder that boomed about a second after the lightning. 

We knew it was close, looked at each other, said in unison, “Let’s get out of here!” and started running. 

No one wants to be hit by lightning, or even get close to it … but it does happen. 

In Canada there are an average of over 2 million lightning strikes per year, yet only 100 to 150 people are injured each year by lightning. That tells me that lightning is not all that accurate. Still, it claims about 9 or 10 lives per year. 

It’s rare to be struck by lightning more than once, but don’t tell that to Roy Sullivan. He was struck seven times!

Well, my golfing lightning story was the closest I’ve ever come, but something happened the other day that reminded me of being struck by lightning twice. 

When I was in college I got injured playing hockey. I was skating up the ice with a good head of steam and scooped at the puck along the boards. The plastic strip at the base of the boards had a join right where the blade of my stick made contact with the puck. The join wasn’t even and acted as a full stop for my stick. 

I drove the butt end of my stick into my upper thigh and it lifted me right off the ice, until the stick broke in half and I came crashing down. 

It was probably the most pain I’ve experienced in my life.

I’ll never forget it. I had clipped a small artery, just missing the main artery in my leg by a couple of millimetres. The result was a hematoma about twice the size of a golf ball that appeared in mere seconds. 

I ended up having surgery to tie off the artery and drain the blood. 

Fast forward 40 years later. … Last week I was skating with the puck and went to go around a guy right by the boards. It was tight, yet somehow the blade of my stick wedged into a gate – how it got in there, still amazes me.

All I know is the butt end of my stick hit my upper thigh and I was flying in the air.  

I had a déjà vu moment as I landed on the ice.

Thankfully it wasn’t serious this time, just some bruising and tenderness for a few days.

All I can say is, I hope I’m not the Roy Sullivan of hockey rinks.

Here’s the thing: There are some things that we don’t want to have to experience twice, or want another chance at. But God gives us multiple chances to respond to His invitation to begin a relationship with Him through His son, Jesus Christ. Don’t wait for another chance to come along. Put your faith in Christ today.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Letting Go And Moving On Isn’t Always Best

When the season changes, letting go of some things and move on to other things is pretty normal.

Letting go and moving on isn't always best

Certainly that’s true with the NHL hockey playoffs. My team is now out and they’re down to four teams. The weather is getting nicer, there are bigger breaks between games and it seems like the playoffs are just dragging on. 

I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before but my daughter was born the night Calgary won the Stanley Cup back in 1989. That was May 25. Now 34 years later we have another month before a team will walk away with the cup.

I’m ready to watch golf Sunday afternoons and not be glued to a TV Saturday nights for the next four weeks.

It’s light outside for longer in the evenings; there is more to do outside in the summer. I’d really be happy if hockey season was over. 

There are so many other things that can take its place – things you can’t do in the winter months.

For me there is golf. I’m looking forward to playing more this season than I have in the past number of years. In fact, I’m playing this weekend which I’m quite excited for.

I’ve also started mountain biking again. I’ve already been out several times. It’s always interesting to bike the trails when the leaves haven’t fully come out yet. You see the trails differently from when everything is lush with colour. I like this transition time.

There are other things as well, like getting to the cottage. 

We spent the last week puttering around Sauble Beach. Though it was too cold to go in the water, it didn’t stop Lily and I from going for a 10 km walk along the beach at sundown. Our first sunset of the season and it certainly didn’t disappoint. 

… I will say our legs were a little rubbery when we got back to the cottage. 

New seasons are for letting some things go while picking new things up. However, this year I’m a little sad to let one thing go. 

Next week will be my last hockey game until fall. Yes, I said I was ready to let hockey go, but I meant watching hockey on TV. 

Other years I was also glad when I stopped playing. This year, however, it’s different. I’m sad it’s coming to an end even though I’ve played more hockey this year than I have in a long, long time. 

From February to the middle of April I played 4 to 5 times a week. Since then I’ve played on average twice a week. You might think I’ve had my fill, but I would still like to play a little in the off-season.

It’s a satisfying feeling showing up to a cold arena in shorts and sandals, hockey bag slung over your shoulder. It’s hard to describe, but the contrasts put a smile on my face.

So this year it will be hard to let go until the seasons change again.

Here’s the thing: I’ve been thinking that sometimes we let go of speaking up for God. The world doesn’t want to hear it; there is pressure to keep silent. But I was reminded in my time with God this morning that every voice matters. Whether it’s a quiet voice to a few people or through a new medium, God wants us to keep speaking up for Him. There are many other voices that seek to drown Him out, but as for me, I want to keep my voice being heard. I don’t want to let go of speaking of God’s love and goodness to us all. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Good Is Not Considered Better, But It Is Enough

There is always something better, but the good you have is better than something else. 

good is not considered better, but it is enough

I have a friend and he taught me a phrase that I think is very funny. When someone says something is good, he says, “It’s not just good, it’s good enough.” … as if good enough means better than good. 

I use the line all the time. 

Most people use the phrase “good enough” to mean something that will do, but that is not as good as they would like.

I use the phrase to mean something is better than just good.

A couple of weeks ago I came in from shovelling the snow off the driveway. Lily looked out the front window and said, “That looks good; good job, honey.”

I replied “It’s not just good, it’s good enough.”

It’s amazing how often you can use that phrase to upsell something you did or something you own or have purchased. 

I’m not sure you want to try the phrase out on people though. Like if someone says, “You are good, Mike.” and I reply, “He’s not just good, he’s good enough”, I don’t think Mike would take that as a compliment. 

But it brings a smile to most people’s faces when you say the line, so it’s got to be good, right? 

… Well, not just good, good enough!

This past week Lily and I were in Palm Springs, California, enjoying a little sun with some friends.

When we were preparing to go we were hoping for temperatures in the 20’s and lots of sun. However, when we got there the weather was a little cool for Palm Springs standards.

One day there was even a high winds warning that came with a potential for loss of property and life – that’s a pretty severe warning! We even canceled a golf game we had booked that day. But we rectified that by playing a round of golf later in the week. 

Lily didn’t even go in the pool. She dangled her feet in one afternoon but not for very long. The water was even cooler than Lake Huron in June.

Sometimes you have to make adjustments to your plans. It’s always good to be a little flexible.

Though the temps could have been better, we had a really relaxing time there. Every day we were wearing shorts and walking in sandals. 

And we had the company of some really special friends.

Sure the weather could have been better, but if we had stayed at home, we’d have been dealing with snow on the ground and cloudy, 5 degree temperatures. 

So, considering where we’d come from, our time in Palm Springs was far better than being at home in Kingston. 

It wasn’t just good there, it was good enough!

Here’s the thing: Consider your life right now. I’m sure that there are some things you wish were better than they are. But on the other hand, you have some things that are pretty good. When you pray, God may not answer all your prayers but He has answered some of them – maybe even answered something for you this week. You may not get everything you want, but you have to admit that God is good … well, not just good, He’s good enough!

p.s. That’s Life,

Paul

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Friendship That Lasts Over Time And Distance

When you start a friendship, that friendship may last for a season or last for life.

Friendship that lasts over time and distance

We’ve all had friendships that didn’t last for one reason or another – they moved away or you had an argument and never made up. Sometimes it’s just circumstances that set you apart. You end up at different schools or your career paths take you in different directions. 

High school friends are often for the season. When high school is over that’s it for the friendship, partly because you don’t have contact with those people anymore.

But there are occasions when friendships span the distances, differences and directions. For those relationships there is deep connection that bridges all the impediments to remaining friends.

This week I met up with some high school friends. It’s a thing we do about every two years. We meet up at a restaurant and share a meal together and talk about old times. 

Some people wish they could forget their high school years. They’ve tried to blot them out of their memory banks. But I think I’m safe in saying that for me and my friends, high school was probably one of the best seasons of our lives.

 It doesn’t take much to bring us together either. One friend comes into town to visit family and the emails get sent out, “let’s meet up”.

The crazy thing is, the boys show up.

We feast on remembering back to those days, now almost 50 years ago. 

Thinking back 50 years, I don’t have much left from that time period. I don’t have my custom-made platform shoes anymore, nor do I have my knee-length grey coat with the 10-inch fur collar. 

… Those things have all gone, along with much of the hair we all had back then. 

Some of our group get together periodically, maybe for golf, hockey or for some social gathering, but some of us don’t get together at all. There were a few guys who showed up whom I haven’t seen since high school.

One neat thing about this group though is that no matter how long the time gap between meetings, we kind of pick up where we left off. The nicknames start to fly around like it was yesterday. 

These reunions are always something to look forward to. … Maybe that’s why this year there were 17 of us who got together at Fionn McCools for a good old catchup.

Back in the 80’s there was a TV show called, “Cheers”. It centred around a bar in Boston. Whenever one of the main characters, Norm Peterson, walked into the bar, everyone stopped, looked up and cheered, “Normmm”. 

Well, that was what it was like the other night. 

We all stood around the patio and, when someone came through the doors, there was a, “Hey, ……” and the greetings began.

It was only one night and it probably won’t happen again like that for another two years. But when the email invitation comes to do it again, I won’t hesitate to answer.

Here’s the thing: Most of us focus on the here and now. At some point we won’t be around anymore and the friendships we had will end. But there is a friendship we can have that will continue into eternity – a friendship with Jesus Christ will never end. Put your faith in Him today and your friendship will last forever.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Linger Longer To Impact Relationships More

I think we need to linger more in order to enrich our lives. 

linger longer to impact relationships more

When I grew up playing hockey, my routine was to get into the dressing room late. I would have just enough time to put on my equipment and get onto the ice. At the end of the game, I would do the reverse. I would change quickly and be the first one out of the dressing room.

I think I have carried that practice into other areas of my life. 

But I hope to change that if I can. 

I don’t know how many golf games I’ve played with friends where we didn’t linger after the game. It seemed that there was always somewhere we had to be next. Whether that was getting home for dinner or to a meeting, there always seemed to be a bit of a rush to leave the course. 

That’s not the way it always was though. 

I remember playing golf with the same buddies at 7:20 Saturday mornings. When we finished we would sit in the club house and talk about our game and life for another hour.

I didn’t realize how much I missed that part of the game. I say that like lingering in the club house is part of the golf game because there is something to that. 

You see, by lingering after a game you savour the time you spent together knocking balls into holes.

Later I regularly played with another group of friends. We had a standing Thursday night 9 holes … or more if we could still see the ball.

Afterwards we went to McDonald’s for ice cream cones or sundaes. What we were doing is lingering.

I realized that I enjoyed that part as much as I enjoyed playing golf with those guys. 

There really is something to this lingering. You miss something in the connection when you don’t linger. 

This reflection of mine started this week because a friend called me up. He knew Lily was away and wondered if I wanted to have dinner together.

We had some extra time before we were ready to eat so we met at my house, talked for a while, then picked up a pizza and came back to my house. 

We just hung out. And that’s what lingering is. It enriches a relationship. 

We hang out lots as kids, but somewhere in adulthood we forget or get too busy to hang out, to linger. 

Today I played hockey. I got there a little late and had to quickly get ready. That’s my style. But after the game, I was the last one to leave the dressing room. I lingered. 

And that is where connections are made.

Here’s the thing: Sometimes people wonder why they don’t feel all that close to God, to the point where they wonder if He is even all that close. I can tell you one thing, if you linger with God, that’s when you find your relationship with Him is enriched. You won’t wonder why God doesn’t feel close; you will experience His presence in rich and meaningful ways. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Our Memory Can Get Us In And Out Of Trouble
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Our Memory Can Get Us In And Out Of Trouble

Our memory can will us forward but it can also set us back. I learned the latter just the other day.

our memory can get us in and out of trouble

Your memory of what you have done can give you real confidence to attempt to do the same thing again. After all, you know you’ve done it before; why couldn’t you do it again?

Well, sometimes our memory doesn’t take into account the reality of new circumstances.

I kind of faced that this past week when I went golfing with a few buddies from high school.

I had some great memories to bring with me to the game:  We were playing a course I have played literally hundreds of times (the one caveat being that most of those games were over 35 years ago and I haven’t played the course more than a dozen times since). The golfers I was playing with were all high school friends from way back. So I knew the course and I was comfortable with who I was playing with. 

Then there was the game itself. I felt good, my swing was good and I was pretty confident that I wouldn’t have any trouble hitting the ball well. 

… And that is where my memory didn’t help me. 

You see, I do know how to hit a golf ball and most of the time I can hit it well. But I’ve only played four rounds of golf this year and the last time I picked up a club was almost two months ago.

Still, my memory of the game had me convinced that, given all the factors, I would be able to shoot a score that rivalled games I have shot it the past. 

But my memory didn’t account for several things …

The greens on this course were lightning fast and that was not easy to get used to in a short time. The greens were also large so I faced a lot of very long putts.

Then there was the concentration factor.  

It takes a lot of concentration to keep hitting the ball well. You don’t have to concentrate the whole time, but you have to be able to really focus for short bursts when you are hitting a ball. That can make you mentally weary. 

And then there was the physical weariness. When you are not used to walking a long, 6000 plus yard course, you tend to get tired. Near the end of the round I noticed that I was not hitting the ball well. I was just tired and out of golf shape. 

What can you expect? … I kept telling myself that after I would hit another shot that missed the target I was aiming for. 

In the end, I didn’t shoot a score that rivalled scores of the past. I shot a score that rivalled one of my worst scores ever on that course … probably the worst score I’ve shot in years – maybe 30.

Next time I’m not going to rely on my memory. I’m going to work on my skills and conditioning before I show up. 

Here’s the thing: Sometimes you can face a spiritual challenge – a struggle with temptation or a battle with emotions. You may be tempted to rely on your memory of how you’ve worked these through in the past. But the best way to deal with these challenges is to keep spiritually fit and engaged so that you are well-equipped to deal with what you face.

That’s Life! 

Paul

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It Can Deteriorate In No Time At All

It doesn’t take long for a manicured lawn to deteriorate and become unrecognizable. 

It can deteriorate in no time at all

The other day I watched the Master’s golf tournament on TV. It is one of the four major tournaments on the PGA tour each year. 

The Master’s is the only tournament that is played at the same course every year. It’s played at Augusta National in Augusta, Georgia. 

Normally the tournament is held in March, but this year, because of COVID, it was postponed to November.

Though the time of year was very different, the beauty of the course is unmatched. The course was lush green and the trees had all their leaves.

The course was manicured to such perfection that even someone who didn’t like golf would pause to let their eyes drink in the beauty of the scenery.  

But what if the greenskeeper and the grounds crew just walked away one day? What if they just stopped cutting the grass, trimming the trees, laying down new pine straw? 

How long would it take for that golf course to go from a picture of beauty to a forgotten field?

I ask that question because just this morning I drove by what was once a golf course but is now completely unrecognizable as one. 

Granted this golf course would never have been in any way on a similar scale as Augusta. This was a course that was played by those who didn’t really take the game of golf seriously. You might have played it if you were not a golfer and someone twisted your arm and begged you to play.

However, the grass was fertilized and cut regularly throughout each week. They used special mowers on the greens so that it was like a carpet. 

Yet, in the matter of four years, you can not tell by driving by the course that there was ever a golf course there. 

Four years and it is completely unrecognizable! 

I couldn’t find exact dates of when the Westbrook Golf Club closed for good, but I found comments about the course from August 2016. From those comments, I can’t imagine the course was still open the following year. 

I was stunned when I drove by, I couldn’t believe the property could deteriorate so quickly.

I strained to see if I could tell where some of the fairways had been. But there was nothing that gave even an outline of where they once had been.

I had only played there a couple of times over twenty years before, but a golfer doesn’t forget how a course is laid out. 

There was no longer any layout.

Seeing the lush growth of Augusta on TV the day before, it made me sad that it took only four short years for Westbrook to fall into such disrepair. 

All the work that goes into making a golf course, a park, a green space for people’s recreation will not last long without constant care and attention. 

Here’s the thing: When you put your faith in Christ, a transformation happens to your spiritual life. The Bible says it goes from being dead to alive. However, without constant nurture and care, it will not take long before your newly transformed spiritual life starts to deteriorate to the point that it’s unrecognizable anymore. Don’t let that happen. Nurture is a must. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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We Forget How Much We Enjoy Things

This week I noted that you can forget how much you enjoy something when you haven’t experienced it for a while.

We forget how much we enjoy things

It can happen in all areas of our lives. For instance, when I was growing up my mother often made a lemon cake-top pudding for dessert. She would make it every couple of months so the memory of the taste and texture was engrained in my mind. 

As an adult though, years and years went by without me having that lemon pudding. I kind of forgot about it. 

But somehow my wife, Lily, found that old recipe of my mom’s and decided to try it. 

Unbelievable! – that’s all I can say. Everything about that pudding was amazing from the way the soft, fluffy cake emerged from the pale yellow semi-thick sauce to the lemony taste that can’t be replicated in any other dish. 

I truly forgot just how good it was. … Sorry, the recipe is an old family secret now. 

But the other day I had an experience much like that. I went golfing.

I’ve golfed a lot over the years. Many years ago I would golf three, sometimes four times a week. But my golfing has tapered off over the years for many reasons.

One reason is that it takes up a lot of your day, and my days seem to be fuller, busier than they used to be. I’ve also lost some of my golfing partners to other things, and my interests have shifted. I’ve done far more mountain biking over the last ten years than golf. 

So on vacation I booked a tee time for Lily and I. It took me three weeks to do it and I’m not sure why. The thought of golfing sparked some interest but I guess not enough to pick up the phone, search for a deal and book a time. 

Finally I got around to it, and you know what? I had forgotten just how much I love taking out that driver and giving my golf ball a good smack. 

I get excited standing over a twenty foot putt and stare down that hole, willing my ball to go in.

I love standing on an elevated tee box and looking down the fairway at the contoured mowing, the trees on either side, and the lush green gleaming in the distance. 

I’ve played one other time this year, but for some reason this round brought back how much I enjoy the game of golf. 

I didn’t score all that well – what golfer is ever satisfied with his or her score?- but I hit the ball well. 

That feeling of hitting the ball in the sweet spot of the club face and then watching that ball sail through the air towards the target – mmmm … just like that lip-smacking lemon cake-top pudding when it crosses your teeth and hits those taste buds.

I’m going to feast on that enjoyment and savour every moment of it as I look forward to my next game in a couple of days with my son. 

Maybe I will score better too!

Here’s the thing: I’ve noticed that in life we can get completely focused on what we are experiencing, especially the trials and difficulties, like what many of us may be experiencing now. All our effort and focus is on what we can do to alleviate, or eliminate the trouble. We forget we have a God who is all powerful. During these days, reach out to God and remember just how good He is in the midst of the rough waters in life. Enjoy Him. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Golf Is Changing, At Least For Me It Is

My first game of golf this year revealed some changing trends in how the game is played.

golf is changing, at least for me it is

This week I had the rare opportunity to play golf with my son. … There is something special about sharing the same passion with your kids, especially if you can participate in that passion with them.

It was just the two of us, so we were paired with another twosome who turned out to be a couple of grade nine high school students.

The first thing I noticed is that they both had pull carts and were not carrying their golf bags on their shoulders.

I wasn’t too surprised because, after all, they were both just turning 15 this year, and when they turned sideways sometimes I lost site of them. They were good kids and I marvelled how they were able to hit the ball as far as they did given their measly frames.

The fact that they were pulling their clubs contrasted to Mike and I who were carrying our clubs … a decision that came after a discussion on whether we should rent a cart or not.  

Usually Mike likes to ride a cart around the course but he is starting to change his opinion about that. He now likes to walk because you get into the game more, rather than rushing around bombing from shot to shot in a cart. 

This is the way I have always liked to play golf. You actually feel like golf is the primary purpose of your outing. 

When you take a cart, golf becomes secondary to all that happens in the cart – things like almost losing a passenger when you hit a ditch really hard, or turning really fast and almost stunt driving with two wheels off the ground.

This doesn’t happen much, but the driving takes away from thinking about your next shot and all the possible factors that need to be considered like wind, the lie of the ball, whether you must fly the ball to the hole or let it bounce up the green – things like that. 

As Mike’s view of taking a cart has changed, my view has softened. 

Walking around an 18 hole course, carrying my clubs on my back, wears on my muscles and joints so that by the time we’ve reached the 18th hole, I feel like an old man.

My preference now is to pull my clubs but not carry them.

Another thing I noticed was that, as the round continued, the young guys started hitting the ball farther. Mike would bomb his drive way past mine, but in the early holes I would outdrive the young kids by a good margin. By the last few holes though, they were hitting the ball as far or farther than me.  

I think as I got tired my distance started to suffer. 

All in all I think I’m re-evaluating my approach to the game. However, I still have a slight edge over my son in the scoring department. 

Here’s the thing: Life doesn’t always stay the same; things change. We can either accept those changes or resist them. Accept and embrace the changes that God brings into your life because He will walk with you through them.

That’s Life!

Paul

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My Face Isn’t All That Unique

I’m thinking there are only so many faces in the world … the rest are just variations of the same few faces.

Bobby Orr

I’ve come to this conclusion because I was recently mistaken for someone I am in no way related to.

I was walking up to the pro shop at a golf course I was about to play, when I noticed a group of four senior gentlemen standing around their golf carts.  

I noticed them because they were looking at me. In fact, it was more than just looking at me – they were staring at me … you know, with their mouths slightly open in that, “Is this who we think it is?” kind of stare.

I continued on like I didn’t notice them gawking at me and went into the clubhouse. 

I registered for my game and was just about to walk out the door when these four men came clambering in, almost trying to squeeze through the door at the same time. 

The first one blurted out, “Are you related to Bobby Orr?” 

If you know anything about hockey – if you’re a Canadian – you know who Bobby Orr is: one, if not THE greatest NHL defenseman of all time.

I immediately put their question to rest. “No”, I said, and kept moving. 

I could tell from how they were acting that they really thought I was Bobby Orr for a minute.

That was the first time anyone has thought my face and Orr’s face looked similar. 

Once someone thought I looked like Terry Fox, but that was back in the 70’s when I had long, curly hair. I had immediately lifted my leg back at the knee when they said it so I could be more convincing. 

 But that was from a distance; this was up close.  

I’ve never even met Bobby Orr – though I have a friend who has posted a picture  on his facebook page of him and his wife with Bobby.

My brother has met Bobby Orr. Years ago Orr shot a Planters Peanuts commercial for Hockey Night in Canada at the rink he was an assistant manager at.

Oh, and when I was young – about 9 or 10 – a guy took me to an OHA Oshawa Generals hockey game. He also gave me a black and white photo of Bobby who was about 17 at the time.  

I remember that when the guy handed me the photo he said, “Hang on to that. This kid is going to be a star.” 

I lost the photo a few years later. 

I never met Bobby Orr, but at least my sister-in-law got me his autograph. 

I did build a couple of cottages around Parry Sound one summer during my college days. I saw the larger than life image of Bobby on the “Welcome to Parry Sound; Home of Bobby Orr” sign coming into the city. 

Maybe I should practice Bobby’s signature … just in case … now that I’m looking more and more like a legend.

Here’s the thing: We can mistake something for the real thing. But when we mistake our good fortune or success in life for God’s blessing, we better take a second look. That good life you are experiencing may only be for this life. God’s real blessing is attached to a relationship with his Son and a future eternity that will last far longer that any good fortune we experience now. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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