Seven
Five
I
am finding it hard to believe that I have been alive for three quarters of a
century. That is a very long time. Lots of history has taken place. I was born
when World War Two was waging and Franklin Delano Roosevelt was president.
Radio and newspaper were the major forms of communication. Television had yet
to become a part of household furniture.
Speaking
of presidents, during my lifetime in addition to Roosevelt these men were
presidents: Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan,
Bush, Clinton, Bush, Obama and Trump. That’s a lot of politics to live through.
No wonder I have grey hair.
I
passed my annual Wellness Check Up. That’s what they call it when you get old.
My doctor said I am good for another year and/or ten thousand miles. With only
minor aches and pains and some barnacles that are non-cancerous, I am in pretty
good shape for the shape I am in.
Growing
up I thought old was anyone over forty. Now my kids are in that age bracket
I’ve had to adjust the age perimeters. I still walk about two miles a day
(mostly up and down the halls of the hospital where I volunteer). I play golf
poorly and ride my bike without a helmet. I figure that’s living on the edge.
I’m most thankful that I am a healthy seven five year old (putting the “ty” in
the equation makes me sound really old).
I
am reminded of these words from the Book of Psalms: “You’ve limited our life
span to a mere seventy years, yet some you give grace to live still longer.” I
hope I am in the latter group.
Heading
to eighty with vigor!
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