Speaking of "old"......
When John's mother was in her mid-70s she was doing some babysitting for a few doctors in the city we lived in about 20 years ago, High Point, NC. She was in demand because she was a devout Christian and thoroughly dependable and the children all loved her.
One day she was sitting on the couch in the living room of one of the families reading to their very small boy. He kept stealing glances at her while she was reading and finally he looked up at her and said with concern, "Mrs. Holbrook, you're getting old. I'll say!"
She smiled down at him and said, "Oh, I don't think I'm getting old."
He reached over and wiggled some hanging flesh under her upper arm and said, "Have you looked at this ???"
She laughed so hard and hugged him. She was very thin but the loose flesh was just part of the aging process.
The next day she called me and said she was at the hospital ER with a broken arm. I asked if she was ok and asked how it happened.
She said, "Oh, I was playing football with Billy on the front lawn and he tackled me."
She was the funniest thing! When she told the ER doctor about it, he roared with laughter. He was one of the doctors she babysat for and loved the story.
She died in 1999. I've really missed her. We were very, very close.
"Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." Lamentations 3:22-23