"Death Will Find You" Bridge Death will find you. The question is, where? Hiding in your bed at 9 p.m., cholesterol free? In a flaming, mangled car at 3 am when you grew tired and drifted left of center? Or perhaps in the claws of an angry bear on the Blue Ridge Parkway? Tumbling down the 100-foot rock face you’re repelling down when your equipment fails, or more likely, you fail at using your equipment properly? Under water, where you’re trapped when your kayak hits a streamer in unexpected white rapids for which you are too inexperienced? In your bathtub, water hot, tears steaming, a bottle of wine and a bottle of pills…Or a rush of hard ground? Wherever death finds us, it is sure to do so. I choose to live my life in the here and now, day by day, sometimes hour by hour, rather than either trying to hide from death or passively waiting for it. Do I seek death? Absolutely not. Do I fear it? Less and less since childhood, when I made friends on my si
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