Not for Sissies

 

A few months ago, I was getting one of the annual fall vaccinations at my favorite grocery store pharmacy. I had a short wait and during that time three older gentlemen in a row shuffled up to the window to pick up prescriptions. Prompted to give their name each stated their name and added without a prompt their birthdate. We all get used to the verbal routine.

I noted that each of the gentlemen were walking slowly, one with a walker, one a cane. The years and perhaps the reasons for the medication had clearly taken a toll.

I clearly remember this birth years: 1953, 1951 & 1949.

They were all younger than me.

Despite the various aches and pains, I am thankful and still above ground.