The Weakling

The weakling As a small boy, I had tuberculosis and all the other illnesses one can have, I was thin a weakling no thought I would live long. The doctor had prescribed a half a bottle of cream I could only gulp a handful and gave the rest to my sister. Then when about thirteen all this changed I ate well got the energy to run, cycling and football, I also tried boxing which I was lousy at. I grew taller than my siblings and thrived. When in my twenties my brother died of a brain tumor, and a few years later my sister. My mother sank into adepression she was unable to get rid of her loss was. I had the time of my lifeand thought it was going to last forever. I'm in my eighties now and ponder why should I live so long when the strong perished?