Who let the kids out – p2

Yesterday I was talking about Patrick, 75 years old, smiling even after doing 4 hours of physical activity.

Today I like to talk about my neighbor. Three years ago when I bought my house in Florida, I met them. They are a very old couple. Marcel had a stroke about 15 years ago and since then, he has been having problem remembering words.

They take their car to go every where; the club house that is about 2 minutes walk, at one of her sister that is in the same park. They really are older so it is to be expected, right?

Marcel often talks about death, not in an obsessive way but every conversion I had with him he always mentioned that he will not be around for long. He is right! he is even 3 years closer since the first time I met him.

What those folks lost is their quality of life. They don't do nothing else than wait for the day when there will be a light to walk to.

But they are the same age as Patrick! Why one person is like a kid and the others are elders. One is all about moving and be active and the other are sitting waiting for the day that they go on their eternal trip.

It's all about the choices we made. We harvest what we sow, don't we?

The choice is ours, we can have fun, while playing. It doesn't mean we are not aching after our workout. Or, we can take it “easy” and just stay on the side line witnessing our quality of life running by.

Personally, I choose to stay a kid and have fun with every thing I do. I walk daily and play pickelball regularly, I'm even thinking of playing tennis. I am not an athlete and it is not my goal, but I'm getting better. What do you do? Are you a kid? Are you on the side line?

 

Who let the kids out!

My computer must have a virus. There is something really wrong with the date, it says that we are in 2016, how can it be? Where did 2015 go? I guess I'm a little late but happy 2016 folks, I wish you all health, prosperity and may the force be with you!

 

But what I really wish is that we might grow younger...

Last year, or 3 weeks ago to be more precise, I was playing pickelball. There was one gentleman, his name is Patrick, that also came to play. We didn't started the games that he was already sweating, his shirt was wet. But he was smiling so everything must have been good. He is a very good player and have a mean slide to his ball. Always playing with a smile in his face, meanwhile I'm just trying to keep up with his game.

Last year, or last week to be more precise, I went to walk at the rec center just 2 minutes from my home. There is tennis court and as I'm walking, I always look at the games that is going on. I should mention that Pickelball is a bit like tennis but less of a workout. As a matter of fact, a lot of pickelball players are tennis players that couldn't play tennis any more.

Who do I see coming out of the tennis court? Patrick! He had just played 2 hours of tennis. He told me that when there is pickelball, he go and played tennis first and then he go to pickelball. He is 75 years old, I'm 55 years old and after playing 2 hours, I am in such pain that I can't barely drive back home! He plays 2 hours of tennis and 2 hours of Pickelball and he is still smiling. I think he is a kid that forgot to age.

I have a point I like to make but it will have to wait for tomorrow, I have to go play now... have a great day folk!