I Was Never Going to Retire

I was never going to retire. I will be dragged out in a body bag at ninety-two I told everyone. God laughed at my silliness. He made the drive more difficult, harrowing drivers who almost kill me daily. He gave me asthma in the hardest way possible. I took twelve sick days in January and February. God turned my asthma into pneumonia twice. Showing me that I am not the boss of me. I realized that it was time for me to give up my job. I am retiring in twelve days. This means no more forty-five-minute drive each way to work. And I will not have to leave my home in the winter, so that is nice. It took me a long time to agree that this is going to be the best for me. I will be 72 years young on May 31st. Retiring June 1st. It was time. Thank you God.