Death is NOT the Worst of Evils

Since this is my first post, I want to keep it rather simple. The other day (everything is "the other day" to me since I possess very little ability to gauge the passage of time. I mean, I'm aware that it's passing, and it seems to pass far too quickly, but my ability to accurately measure it cognitively is -- well -- haphazard at best) I went to camp with the scouts. One of the scoutmasters named Jeremy, and I were talking about the kinds of jobs we've each worked. After a while he says "Man Tom, you've done a lot!". So I guess that describes me. Go ahead, ask me a question. I dare ya.