Last April I hit a milestone. I turned 50 years old. I have for some unexplained reason managed to survive for over a half a century. I recall a time, not so long ago that I joked about being satisfied to make it to my 30th birthday. Seems like only yesterday. Maybe it was. Just the other day I was just trying to shave for the first time. Cut more skin then I had whiskers to cut. I was still in drivers Ed. I still had hair where it belonged, I had no need for glasses and my hearing was so good that I could hear a fly pass gas at 20 paces. I could run on the soccer field for an hour at full speed and not even get winded. Well maybe it wasn’t yesterday, maybe it was a week or two ago. I say that because the next day I was driving across country to my military duty station. Must not have been there long because that afternoon I found myself living and working in Cincinnati. Wow how time flies. The next morning I remember being moved to Missouri, working this job or the next and although time was not slowing down other changes were taking place. Now some people have specific significant dates in their lives that hold a special meaning or milestones that they always remember. One of the earliest ones for me was the day I realized that my waist size had exceeded my inseam. It was a very dark day indeed.
Then for some unexplained reason, my eyesight started to fade a bit. Then my hearing. Hair started relocating it self from where it belongs to where I would rather not have hair. I read a greeting card not too long ago that said it all. It said” You know you are getting old when you walk into a room and a pretty girl smiles at you and the first thing you do is check to see if your fly is unzipped”. I was in a fast food restaurant last summer and the waiter behind the counter had the nerve to ask me if I wanted the senior discount. Should have said yes, at lease I could have saved a little money.
I have to admit honestly that through the years, or days, I have accumulated some wonderful memories. The birth of our son Matt, who is right now serving our country in Iraq ranks very high on my list of wonderful memories. Words can’t describe the pride I have in him. Just this past December he and his wife Kaity blessed us with our first grandchild, Kaiden. Or the birth of our daughter, Shannon. One of our closest friends used to comment that Shannon was about the perfect child. I have to agree. She is my baby and as full of talent as she is in beauty. I may allow her to leave home by the time she reaches her 30th birthday. Haven’t decided yet. Together my wife and I have been very blessed by both of them. There have been some struggles but those are the things that make us grow.
There are so many other examples that I could give, however it would take another lifetime to relate them all to you. I am now approaching another April. And with that I find myself facing yet another milestone. When I turned 50 last year I did not really have too much heart burn about it. But this year I will be over 50 and I have to admit it bothers me just a bit. Of course I will say in all candor that even at this age I still turn heads. Mostly because of people trying to avoid the glare coming from the reflection off of my head.
One of my favorite quotes is by Samuel Clemmons who said’ When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened.”
What say we visit this issue again in another 50? It should only be a week or two away.
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Perhaps, growing old is
different for men than for
women. I'm happy with being
over fifty! I'm much more
comfortable with myself, now.
and don't have to worry
about what people 'think'
of me. Plus, those young
girls are happy now, but
just wait till their hubbies
turn 50 - and, leave them for
'other' younger ones! Ech!
I don't envy them, at all!