It is so much easier to give advice than take it...yet it isn’t. Not really.
I feel a terrible responsibility when I give out advice. It is one thing to do something myself and risk whatever might go wrong. Then I am the only the one to blame or at risk. When I offer the same advice to someone else it is a whole different story.
I always err on the side of caution, but there are so many unknowns!
Nature has a way of taking care of some people and not others. I’ve known people who were fat alcoholics eating barbecued food and smoking every day who lived to be very old. I’ve known others who appeared to be in excellent health and dropped dead during their daily jog at a relatively young age.
I don’t know what the defining differences are. Doctors don’t know either. They make guesses and these are good ones: Smoking is probably the number one worst thing you can do to your body over all. After that I think it might be stress and from then on it is anybody’s guess. Probably because each one of us is different.
Doing my best not to give bad advice is about the best advice I have. Often that means not saying all those things I am thinking.
And that is hard!
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