On the Third day of the twelth month of Two Thousand and Five
As I sit in my hotel room in Sydney Nova Scotia Canada I think about my impending death. It wasn't to be a day the world stopped turning as I wasn't a to be missed by many. My death much like my life was going to be uneventful without much pain. As I lay here waiting for the never ending darkness to come over me, a smile comes across my face. At that moment I realized I was the lucky one.