When I learnt Graphology, they found three signs in my handwriting that said I was going to die of a heart attack. Good. At least I won’t bleed to death on the street or in the spirit-stench of some clinic. But what if the Gods are conspiring a little surprise? Boy, I DO NOT underestimate the element of surprise. (You feel like a disc of dough twirled and tossed straight up into the air)
But neither do I underestimate the wisdom of my literary God (Mark ) Twain, who said: Do what you fear, and the death of the fear is certain. Sir Twain, I’m joining driving school next week. And if it is not the fear that dies, I’ll meet you up there.