I know I'm dying. My heart is beating strong. But I'm dying. Each step I go nearer to the final full-stop, I'm dying. Some people say that we are dying the moment we are born. I hate to think of it this way, but I can't help it. I would love to be living till the last moment. Someday I think I will. So, my dear friend, before I close the door, please think positive. Make me live a short happy life the next story. Write a story about living. Write a story about triumph over despair.

It is strange a man can wonder so much about death.


Okay, okay. I hear the creaking. The door is closing soon. I wish you, sweet dreams and a good night.