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A Fragile Gift

Every morning when weather permits, I ride my bicycle for miles on end. I have been doing this discipline for many years now. Over this period of time I have seen many, many people in my travels; and what I’ve noticed more of as time went on is the growing number of overweight people there are. Especially the younger generation. I cant help but feel sadden by this epidemic spreading throughout this country. Our health, a fragile gift of God bestowed To most of us without supervision. Maintained through vigilance, personal codes, resolve, diet and determination. What we eat is what we are, au revoir! Cuisine that’s bad and tempting, hello! Good nutrients. Lead us to the salad bar awaiting those who eat the way they should. But there are those who oft take for granted their wispy condition: forfeit long lives for Big Macs and fries, super sized wanted most often. Perhaps, a day will arrive these poor souls realize their gravity: A time bomb within their chest cavity.

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Date: 6/4/2009 8:41:00 PM
don't I know! nice! Jim
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