A wise man I am not. I can only claim enough wisdom to know how foolish I was years ago when I wielded a sword. Today, I lean on a sword rather than brandish one; still, this I know. Some men wield swords. Some men wield hammers. Others wield pens. Some are bold. Some are quiet. Some seek the dragon. Others seek a soft chair to rest on; yet all men battle. Living is the battle. Surviving is the victory.
Survive, I tell you. Survive!