The only limits on me are the ones I put on myself. Spending time on trivial things instead of focusing on the things I really care about truly is a waste. I've let a text message take the place of a real conversation with friends and let the computer or the TV replace being active in my own life and future. I suppose I've had an epiphany. George lived his very best life, and in the end he is remembered by hundreds of people as being a truly good person. And that's what I want for myself. I want people to pore over the dozen books I've written, regale each other with stories about the million things I'd done in my life, and repeat each others sentiments of what a kind, hard working, enthusiastic and generous person I was. It's not too late.
Good-bye George, you'll be missed.