By: Milton Smith
I thank God every day that He let me get this old. At four score and two, I’m still active and out and about. But……it’s four times as hard to get up as to sit down, to forget ALL the words to a song, yet five minutes later, remember EVERY word, bumping into the storm door and seeing the mark on your arm, calling the roll of your children when you are referring to one of them, and aches and pains that occur for no good reason. It’s all a part of getting older.
There is a good side of aging: seeing your children grow up and having a good life, loving and playing with your grandkids, waking up every morning next to your best friend and spouse, being able to tell the same jokes over and over again, remembering the good times and difficult times in a life well-lived, and enjoying every additional day of life that the Lord gives us.
A good friend and former Woodruff resident Peggy Hall Hughes of Ocean Isle Beach, N. C. sent me the following info on “Getting Older”. I can relate to most of it.
I love growing old. I learn something new every day and forget five other things.
A thief broke into my house last night. He started searching for money, so I got up and searched with him.
I think I’ll just put an “Out of Order” sticker on my forehead and call it a day.
Just remember, once you’re over the hill, you begin to pick up speed.
It’s weird being the same age as old people.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be older. This is not what I expected!
It’s probably my age that tricks people into thinking I’m an adult.
Never sing in the shower! Singing leads to dancing, dancing leads to slipping, and slipping leads to paramedics seeing you naked. Remember, don’t sing!
I see people about my age doing mountain climbing. I feel good getting my leg through my underwear without losing my balance.
If you can’t think of a word, say: “I forgot the English word for it.” That way, people will think you’re bilingual instead of an idiot.
I’m at a place in my life where errands are starting to count as going out.
I’m at that age where my mind still thinks I’m 29. My humor suggests I’m 12, while my body mostly keeps asking if I’m sure I’m not dead yet.
I don’t always go the extra mile, but when I do, it’s because I missed my exit.
You don’t realize how old you are until you sit on the floor and then try to get back up.
We all get heavier as we get older, and that’s because there’s a lot more information in our heads. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it!
There’s a whole lot more of us older folks now than there used to be. Be patient with us because if it wasn’t for us, you wouldn’t be here.
Shoot low, sheriff, he’s riding a Shetland pony! Thanks for reading, More soon.
Author: Tracy Sanders
