I was cussed out by a small truck driver for going too slow. Sorry! I tried to make a purchase on the internet, but could not figure out how. Sorry! I tried to help a grieving person, but they recited the “seven stages of grief” before I could offer any Biblical help. Sorry! I’m sorry for being old, for loving God, for wanting some peace and quiet. I’m falling behind and the world blows by. Has-been, oldster, foggie, I get my senior coffee at MiceeDees, $ 0.85 per. I’m on blood-pressure medication and one of the “Statins.” Can’t lose any weight! My mirror broke last time I looked in, I gotta remember to put my teeth in next time. But, I have something, a treasure. I already did all my running, I already paid my dues. I’ve paid my debt to society (give or take), and have made my peace…