I encountered two different old people today, one at the gas station where I picked up a drink and the second on the ride back to work.
The lady at the gas station wrote a check for a box of donuts and brought the whole line to a screeching halt as she put her purse back together. She was fat, had greasy, unkempt hair, and from the look of it she had bad knees or ankles. She struggled to heave herself behind the wheel of her truck.
The guy on the bicycle didn’t move particularly fast, but he moved easily. Bald on top, heavily wrinkled, but fit. I could still see muscle tone in his calves as he pedaled.
Which would you rather be?
Yeah, I thought so.
Now what are you doing about it?