Sure I will! "Giving up" is not in my dictionary;) The text was meant to be a statement of "never giving up," not that I am in any way close to being broken, I bend and dance with the wind wherever it blows. It just gets hell of tiresome when I think the last battle is the last one, only to get a phone call, "HELP!" And the next battle begins. Somehow it's been like this for over, lost count, 2 3 years, one after another of my family badly needs my help and some of it has been about life and death so there is no baling out. The only thing I wonder is why on earth this is happening at all, and why there is no one to help me if I would fall? But I'm not complaining, it's just life and maybe the fact that I'm turning 60 and at that age, you become the one that is supposed to help, not the one receiving help. But I still feel like I'm only 18, not a "grownup" gay at 60 so it's strange in many ways. I don't think I'll ever "grow up," I'll always be 18 and dance like I'm still 18. I don't know how others see me, but I think people aren't seeing a 60-year-old gay when I dance. Are you?