Why Worry?

Sometimes my dad sends us emails. Even if he is sitting in the next room or in another country like right now... he still shares his mails.

I bet he is counting the days till he can come home and drive around in his rocket. Old folks love their freedom. They always want to come home. Back to their own beds and the comforts of their safe surroundings and friends. How many miles he may travel and how many new places he sees, the minute he reaches home, he'll break out in a smile and just whisper.. HOME.

Well... he shouldn't worry too much. Home is always here. And home he will be soon.

Here's one email he sent yesterday. Good one to share with all of you here.

There are only two things to worry about;
Either you are well or you are sick.
If you are well, then there is nothing to worry about;
But if you are sick there are only two things to worry about;
Whether you will get well, or whether you will die.
If you get well, there is nothing to worry about;
But if you die, there are only two things to worry about;
Whether you go to heaven or hell.
If you go to heaven there is nothing to worry about;
And if you go to hell you'll be so busy shaking hands with old friends, you won't have time to worry.
So... Why Worry?