Little Victor Genova and his sand castles
April 21, 2011
Just came back from my heart doctor. Young woman, tall, blonde, about 26 years old, beautiful, went in before me. She looked stressed. Came out the same way. Made an appointment for an MRI. And then rushed out the door. Into her life. All her schedules have been changed. All her assumptions have been changed. There is something about good health that makes us both arrogant and stupid. We forget. This is temporary. History is a shoreline on a sunny afternoon. Where the gentle waves roll in and wash away our sand castles.