One of my favorite actors when I was kid, was James Dean. He often used the famous quote: Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse, to describe his life.

He died in 1955 at the age of 24, when his Porsche 550 Spyder crashed head-on with a pickup truck on a California highway. Unfortunately, he didn't fulfill the later part of that quote.

I have since tweaked the expression for myself to: Live slow, die old, and carry your battle scars to your grave.

And I added a few more scars to the mix yesterday. I was out hiking around in the woods, when I fell, twice, I think. Then an interesting thing happened.

My watch sent out an SOS, in the form of a text message, to Steph that said SOS! My watch detected that I've fallen and I'm not responding. Wow, a few takeaways from that!

I didn't know my watch had that capability, I didn't realize that Steph was my emergency contact, and I hadn't realized that at some point, I was out cold.

The watch also sent a link to her with a Goggle map of my location. I made it back to my truck and as I drove home, it continued to send out updates of my current location.

I ended up with a cut over my right eye, a scrape on the lower part of my right arm, a big scrape on my lower right leg, a jammed middle finger on my right hand, and a sore butt bone. But hey, I survived to make it home, and tell the story!

Daniel came over right after I got back, said what the hell? and asked if I had looked in the mirror. I hadn't. Today I took the last Hydrocodone I had in the cabinet...