I HAVE DECIDED TO LIVE FOREVER OR DIE TRYING. My mission each day, getting out of bed, is to return to that bed in the evening in at least as good shape as when I had left it. In America, this is not as easy these days as perhaps it once was. Every day, there’s another mass shooting. They occur everywhere: in schools, churches, banks, in public places and private places, and the weapon of choice of the murderers is one that turns a human body into a bloody pulp. A GOP politician recently told us what he’s going to do about it: “nothing.” Then there are accidents, car accidents, mishaps around the house, chances thoughtlessly taken. Destruction by natural phenomena seems to be getting worse with global warming: tornados, hurricanes, floods, droughts, whatever. Then there’s that ever-possible bugaboo that all of us have experienced firsthand: disease. It was supposed to kill me but then, by chance, I survived. None of us survive life, of course. But we do our best to enjoy the time we have and not be fatalistic. I was watching a movie yesterday and snacking on jellybeans. These aren’t good for me, I thought. I ate a couple more. But, damn, they’re good.