I got my hair cut yesterday. Actually, I had it styled. I know because it cost twice as much. The hairdresser's dad died recently and she and her mom are still grieving. She said her mom feels like life is over, now that he is gone. I asked her how old her mom was and she said 71. Seventy-one? Heck that's how old I am, and I don't feel my life is over by a long shot! I told her her to tell her mom that she has a lot of good living left in her.
At seventy-one, maybe I don't feel like biking 50 miles a day along the Rhine(not that I couldn't) but I still look forward to staying at a B&B in Italy along the Mediterranean and taking in the view. I may not have a marathon in me(never did), but I can still get up for a four miler once in a while. I may not be into dancing under the stars until two in the morning, but Michael isn't into dancing anyway.
My "girls" may have a life of their own, but they can still be restrained reasonably well. I may look like I've spent the past seven decades out basking in the sun, but can still fix up well enough to trick the cameras once in a while. I may not be as flexible physically anymore, but I can still get down to scrub my floors by hand (and get back up) okay.
Anyway, she can still find some good years in herself and make a contribution to her world. She doesn't need to save the entire world, but she can still make her own corner of it a little better place to be. She can find a cause that needs her and put her stamp on it and feel some satisfaction in a job well done.
The world is out there just waiting for her to step out into it and enjoy. Even at seventy-one.
You are an inspiration to 70, 60, 50 year-olds everywhere
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