Several times a month, I will be in a store aisle reaching for something and feel a hand going up the inside of my thigh. When I turn around to find myself alone with a woman, and ask her if she would prefer me to hold still so she can get a better feel for the situation, oftentimes she will act "shocked" claiming nothing had happened, it must be somebody else...
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When I was a young man I was full of energy and certainty. My passion and strength were full and I was so certain of my views and knowledge.
I could do anything or be anything I wanted, even by the power of will, if that was what was needed. Nothing was beyond my grasp.
As I grew older there were many challenges in my path, some were overcome and some were not, but I kept going. Like a child sticking their hand in a fire, I learned to not do some things and successes taught me what to do. Some lessons were well learned, others not so much.
As I grew older I came to understand many of the beliefs that I had held were not so cut and dried. Such is the way humans learn. Such is the way humans make decisions. Many of my old beliefs were cast away and some were replaced with other beliefs, hopefully better thought out beliefs.
As I became older I began to even have greater tolerance for the beliefs of others. After all, we are all learning, so I like to think anyway. I began to see the grey areas in things, those places where neither right nor wrong live.
As I became older my body began to fail in places, my strength waned. But I didn't give up, I just had to do things differently. Some things could not even be done any longer.
Life is still good, even with the physical and financial restrictions I face now, and I will live until the last day.
When this life is over I will be able to look back and think it was a good life, one fully lived.