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Today I had to put on reading glasses to decipher the directions on rug cleaning foam. I literally could not see the small letters on the package. Oh, that’s different. I remember being 14-years old, a sophomore in high school, and being convinced with all my teenaged wisdom, that I would never live to be 30-years old. I wasn’t a sad child or a Goth teenager, but I remember that I always felt doomed, like a quick flame that bursts into light and runs out of energy. I thought I wouldn’t last very long in this world. At age 25, I