The mind, without even hesitating to think about it. I’m not saying that I won’t care or complain when my body really starts to give out. I mean, I already complain about my knees popping and my right shoulder getting sore every time it gets ready to rain all because I dislocated it one time 15 years ago. As long as my mind doesn’t get crazy(er than it already is), I won’t complain. I at least want to maintain my sarcasm and quick wit. That way I can at least poke fun at myself for my ailing body and get a laugh from whoever is in the room.
Which would you want? Let me know in the comments.
*The Question of the Week can be found in The Book of Questions by Gregory Stock, Ph.D.