You would want to pair me with someone whose health is excellent. I'm highly distinguished. They say soda-pop isn't good for your bones, but I've taken falls & been attacked, & they were unable to break my bones. So, my health is exceptional on the flip-side. I'm invulnerable, in time. A lot of men can't have that because they're naturally weaker & more frail. Likewise, I don't have a problem with terminal or contagious disease. I mean, heaven forbid (honestly) that you do something everyday & get cancer or aids or something. But it was happening. It was happening because the human stock wasn't protected well enough.
I don't have any of these problems. Jesus Christ prophesied that I'd live until I was 95. So, I have immaculately good health. All besides the Chronic Pain & Mental Illness. But yeah, genes don't necessarily have a predisposition to pain or mental illness. In-fact, it's the other way around. They're disposed to be healthy children without disease. So, my genes are exceptionally good. I was the blond white guy that became hyper successful. We're supposed to have their genes out there. The blond white guy represents the entire race. I know he can turn black, brown, or yellow, though. In time, he'll revert back to my appearance because God has planned these things. It'll only happen once, though. Not unless the demographic of the family continues to change.
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