I hate to admit it, but I’m old. Really old. To confess, I am 88 years old, and frankly, surprised I’ve made it that far — and, by the way, glad I have.

It all began on the morning of Oct. 16, when I passed out and fell down a full flight of stairs! Thank God they were carpeted and cushioned my fall, and, thankfully, I must have led with my head, because that’s where the damage was.

On the right side of the staircase is a “stair climber chair” that we installed years ago, when our eldest son Patrick, had a stroke. My noggin managed to come in contact with that device several times during my fall, and I suffered multiple cuts in my head.

When Sharon discovered me at the foot of the stairs, she immediately called our son Mike Jr., who fortunately, lives just a couple of blocks away, and h

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