Although in death's grip, he gathered his remaining strength to drag himself from bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he landed against the door frame gazing in to the kitchen. Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing crumpled on his knees. An aged and withered hand shaking made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
Nobody is totally useless.
If you ever want to go back in time and see things as they were rather as they are, there is an easy way. Step out into the night when the sky is clear and just look up. The Four-Way Test of the things we think, say or do. Is it the truth 2. Is if fair to all concerned 3.