I remember it clearly.
The image. Two pathways.
One, to live.
The other to die. To quit, lay down, give up.
I knew no one would fault me.
Both were acceptable, given the circumstances.
I thought about dying. Peaceful. Painless.
I thought about my family. My friends. My son.
And then I got up. Braced myself for the day,
and took the first step toward living.