A good day to be alive.

Took my Alzheimer-riddled friend Ron for a wheelchair ride today. And that made me wonder. That maybe Ron is still capable of getting enjoyment from life. Despite his late-stage dementia.  Maybe Ron would rather be alive than dead. He looked happy. Smiled. Even laughed. And his dog Sasha walked ahead of us. With Ron holding her leash.  And the sun was shining. On a 75-degree day. –Jim Broede