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​This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
fic·ti·tious

/fikˈtiSHəs/

adjective
  1. not real or true, being imaginary or having been fabricated.
  2. relating to or denoting the imaginary characters and events found in fiction.

non·fic·ti·tious

/non fikˈtiSHəs/

adjective
  1. for 'all' stories contained in A 60-Year-Old-Man Walking - well - they all lay under the banner of fictitious above (see disclaimer).
I turned 60 in July (16)

I got laid off.

​I'm terrified. 
Harper is a storyteller. Harper is confident this is a story that needs to be shared.

And besides, Harper wants everyone facing similar daunting realities to know, you are not alone, and as much as this is worth:, if you have someone by your side, don’t be afraid to lean.

It may get tougher before the sun sufficiently rises again, but there is also excitement, Harper—​in H's sixties, gets to determine who to become!

And, most important, money is not the only thing defining Harper.

Could you imagine the emptiness in money being the only thing that matters?

Is that not the true definition of alone?
"Harper, you know what scares me the most—despite everything dished your way, you always seem so calm—what scares me is the day whatever is bubbling under the surface bursts, I hope I'm not anywhere near to become collateral. That's what scares me the most."
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"Sweetie, don't worry, I will always remain calm."
For 3-weeks, I barely moved.

One day I only walked 9 steps

I ballooned to 206 pounds. 
​WTF, does the future hold?
Here’s what happened.