As I flip through the pages of "Memoir of a Recovering Fat Ass", as I often have during the ebook formating process, I often find myself flat out crying. Whether it be joy or sadness, reliving one's life is bound to draw out emotions. I'm glad I took the time to record my experiences. Regular walks down life's paths are priceless. If one is lucky, she will live until all she has are memories. They say only the good die young, but the lucky grow old; I'd rather be lucky than good. I will always have my memoir. I will listen to it if I can't see to read, or I will scale it in Braille if I can't hear. They'll probably have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.
I encourage everyone to write one.
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