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I, oh, so hope, that I will not cross a line of your trust.
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Do you really want to stay on this page? This is different from the "Squat Toilet" posting.
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OK. My conscience is trying to tell me that you've decided to stay. One more time, please realize that I, oh, so hope, that I am not crossing a line of your trust. Please click HERE as your last, last chance to jump to the next page. You will have missed absolutely nothing.
OK. OK. OK. So, for whatever reason, you've decided to be a full-fledged, fellow-traveller on my life's path that led to China.
To set the stage, you need to know that I will be 61-years-old in a few days. So I was 60-years-old last October 17th, when I arrived in Qingdao.
Here goes... Just remember, I'm sharing, not preaching...
One morning some six years ago, when I was fifty-five years old and practicing Taoist meditation on a daily basis as part of my study of Tai Chi, I realized from out of nowhere that I would be in China when I was sixty-years-old.