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I recalled the movie “Rambo”, where Sylvester Stallone effortlessly wielded a massive machine gun, firing hundreds of rounds per minute with remarkable precision – each bullet hitting its target.

I vividly remembered the movie “The Crossing”. There was a scene of the surprise attack on Trenton. George Washington’s soldiers, so young and courageous, faced incredible challenges. One soldier, finding himself close to the enemy, managed in mere seconds to load his musket with gunpowder and a bullet. Tragically, the gunpowder was damp, rendering his weapon useless. Yet, instead of fleeing, he stood his ground, facing the enemy with unwavering bravery.

I’m a retiree. Two weeks ago, I recalled these movies as energetic and brave. I wanted to be that way too. While sitting in a doctor’s office, I saw an attractive woman in a chair by the window. I wanted to make my presence known, and my imagination was racing.

She looked younger than me. I wondered who she was. Was she here to see the cardiologist, like me? Or perhaps the orthopedist, since this waiting area served both doctors?

If she were here to see the cardiologist, we might have more in common, and starting a conversation would be easy.

“Hi! You look nice. How was your blood pressure this morning?” I might say.

“It was good. My doctor prescribed a very effective medication. What about you? What pills are you taking?” She might reply.

After chatting, we’d get acquainted, and I’d ask her to lunch. We’d pick a cozy restaurant and enjoy one or two glasses of red wine – should it be one or two? I’d need to ask my cardiologist.

Things could get romantic. I’d take her to a hotel. Hopefully, she wouldn’t expect me to act like Rambo, firing away with endless energy. I just hoped my “gunpowder” would be dry.

But then again, maybe she was here for the orthopedist. That was possible. I didn’t see any crutches nearby, which was a relief. But who knew? Maybe, the doctor would prescribe them after her visit. Would that be so bad? If she couldn’t walk on the boardwalk or attend line dance, it would suit me just fine. I don’t like those activities. We’d drive to the restaurant instead, have our wine, and – again – how many glasses? One or two? I’d have to check with my cardiologist.

Just then, the door to the cardiologist’s office opened. A man, who was roughly my age stepped out. He approached the lovely lady.

“Dear, sorry to keep you waiting so long,” he said with a smile,” but I have great news! The doctor says my heart has improved tremendously. He even allowed me to go out to a restaurant and enjoy some wine, but two glasses tops.”

The woman stood up quickly, smiling as she moved toward him. She kissed him lightly on the cheek. It was clear – she didn’t need the attention of a cardiologist or an orthopedist. They left hand in hand, perfectly content.

A nurse appeared at the door to the cardiologist’s office and motioned for me to come in. I wondered – why was I even here? My routine weekly blood pressure check went wrong.

After the check-up, the doctor told me to spend the next few days in bed, avoiding wine or excitement. So, I followed his advice. When I felt better, I went to the library and borrowed the movie Mission Impossible. Because any mission is possible.