Humility and Growing Old

Baby Boomers

We are getting older.

Our eyesight isn't what it was.

Our hands hurt.

We are not as strong as we once were.

We are not as agile as we once were.

We are not as flexible as we once were.

We fall down.

We forget things.

We drop things.

Our "naughty bits" don't work like they used to.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Have you gotten tired yet hearing how broken down and dysfunctional we have all become in our advancing years?

We need a motorcycle that won't fall over, ergonomic gloves to help us golf and garden, shoe stabilizers so we don't fall down, a penis pump to retain our virility, computerized reminders to take our medications, hi-tech coffee cups to make sipping our morning coffee less painful and automatic door closers to keep us safe so our lives are easier and more fulfilling.

You know what?

We are what we are.

If we are smart, we except our shortcomings, find a way to overcome them and move on with living our lives to the fullest.

I've always said "There is no room for humility in getting older."

Humility does not come easily for most baby boomers.

It rubs against our grain.

I, for one, have lived my life expecting to live forever squeezing out every last ounce of my entitlement to "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness."

Growing old and dying is an unfair violation of my birthright dammit!

If you are like me, you believe that individual enterprise is the key to success in life.

Life only makes sense if you fight hard enough and long enough.

I'm not going down easily.

I'm going down kicking and scratching and clawing for every last offering that life will afford me.

I think Ted Nugent summed it up pretty well in his song "Stranglehold."

Sometimes you wanna get higher
And sometimes you gotta start low
Some people think they gonna die someday
I got news, ya never got to go

Yet, there is not a baby boomer among us that will admit that they have enough passion, spirit and intensity to indefinitely postpone our final physical decline and death.

We embrace the fact that we are all unique, don't we?

Most of us feel that our personal make-up of physical strength, talents, ambitions and dreams is far superior to the next person.

Yet, in the end, old age and death disrespectfully reduces us all to the same common denominator.

As we rack up more baby boomer years and we begin to lose our hair, our sexual prowess, our strength and stamina we need to understand that we are all in the same boat.

Our minds get fuzzier right along with the insides of our noses and ears and we may not even realize it.

We are already starting to rationalize whether we need the assistance of certain aids and tools like ergonomic gloves and stabilizing shoes and penis pumps and automatic medication reminders and discreet diapers to maintain as much of our active lifestyles as possible.

And hopefully and most importantly, we are starting to realize and accept the fact that we will need the assistance, support and service of others to get by.

Humility, by definition, is recognizing the limits of your skills, talents and physical capabilities.

It is the understanding that we are but tiny parts of a much bigger machine.

It is a tough thing to admit to ourselves.

We have to begin now to learn how to accept the inevitable.

Without humility, the backside of our baby boomer years will be an unbalanced and anxious struggle against our own pride.

Be smart and open yourself up to new relationships and friendships knowing, up front, that we all need each other and that we are all on this ride together.

And use the tools that technology has offered us.

Don't be embarrassed by them.

You better believe that in the years ahead I will wake up every morning and strengthen my penis in the shower with my favorite vacuum pump while enjoying my coffee in a lightweight yet durable cup equipped with rotatable handle technology.

I'll finish my morning restroom break by wiping my butt with three ply herbal infused toilet paper to keep my hemorrhoids at bay.

Refreshed , I will look over at the bathroom counter and be reminded that it is time to take my medications by the light and audio reminders of my microchip programmed electrical caps on my prescription bottles.

I'll slip into my discreet vacuum enhanced diapers, slide on my balance controlling shoes, put on my lightweight, ergonomic gloves with anatomical padding and head out on my stable 3 wheel motorcycle, hitting the open road and checking out where I am going on my over-sized, easy-to read navigation device.

And best of all, I won't have to look back because I know, thanks to my computerized, automatic, solar garage door closer, my door will eventually shut on its own and I will be safe.

Isn't modern living great?

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The more Baby Boomers we can help, the better place we make this world!!!

Thanks for joining me.