Age has no boundaries. You can get old no matter where you are. I have officially experienced this concept here in Brazil. I got my OLD card. The OLD card lets me park in those coveted spots at the mall, supermarket, and wherever they exist. At least one of those so often empty spots are now MINE! Hehehehe.
The OLD card lets me be in the SHORT line at the bank, post office and etc.. The other day I used that option for the first time. I was embarrassed as I entered the bank. However, when I saw the thirty or so people in the young folks line, I calmly hid behind my kindle and strolled over to the OLD line where there were only three people. Rather than the forty-five minutes it would have taken when I was younger, I spent just five! I guess that the OLD card issuers see the urgency of my getting through lines before I croak.
The OLD card also gets me FREE rides on public transportation. I can get on any bus and ride anywhere my little old heart desires within city limits. AND in just four years and nine short months, I’ll be able to ride ANYWHERE in South America for FREE! If I live that long.
My OLD card was very hard to obtain. I had to wait 60 years, show my old puss and my driver’s license and I was in the rare air crowd of the OLD card holders. OLD has its benefits.
I don’t feel much different than I did last year when I was young. I don’t seem to have changed THAT much in a year. Maybe I’m a bit more cantankerous. Probably I’m a bit more cantankerous. ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I AM more cantankerous. But God is still working on me.
So, as I enter this new stage of life I look forward to how He is going to guide my tottering steps. What will God have for these dimming eyes, for this teflon memory of mine, my stammering tongue? Only He knows. He still has me climbing up scaffolding. I known that!
I know something else too, God is not finished with this old dirt bag just yet. How do I know? Because I’m still here! OLD card and all!
What was I talking about?
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