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There was once a man who was always afraid of death. 

He was afraid that death would suddenly overtake him and find him unprepared. So he made a bargain with the Grim Reaper that death would give him clear, repeated notices before he would come. One day, however, unannounced and altogether unexpectedly, the Destroyer appeared to demand his life.

“How could you break your pledge?” the man protested bitterly. “You sent me no warnings.”

Slowly the skeletal figure replied, “But how about your failing eyesight, your dimmed sense of hearing, your gray and thinning hair, your lost teeth, your furrowed face, your bent body, your dwindling powers, and your weakened memory? 

Were these not unmistakable warnings?”

Thanks to James Kagel for sharing this. 

What kind of warning are YOU and I waiting for?

Sometimes I Just Look Up, Smile and Say, “I Know That Was You. Thank You, God!”

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