Saturday 'early' morning (I count 8 as early on weekends) I went for a long power walk. The only result I came to after my walk is-I'm not as fit as I think I'm. It plummeted my confidence, which was not much, to begin with. I wouldn't have felt this uncertainty if I was in form and doing fights regularly. I was thinking of a long shower as I climb my stairs when I heard a crashing sound.
I raced towards the sound only to halt at what I saw.
' oh my God Richard, what happened? Are you ok? Can you walk? Here let me help you', I hold his hand to lift him when I noticed his hand is covered in red dots. I checked his face to find some more red dots. Though they are a bit unusual. I never had chickenpox, maybe this is normal in such diseases.
' you touched me', he said in awe.
'of course, I
