When I looked at my mother in her fifties, she struck me as growing old. Recently, I showed my daughter a picture of her grandmother at age fifty-five. When I asked how old she thought her grandmother was in that picture, she said, "Eighty." My mother was heavier in her body than I, and in her thinking as well. By sixty-one she was dead from a heart attack. Now that I'm in my mid-fifties, the surprise is that I'm here, and that I'm healthy. I guess that's why I took the tagline, "It's not about Age...It's about Attitude." At this age, attitude goes a long way.


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