On my way to the furnace room, I pass a sports equipment rack. There’s my favorite softball bat and that Wilson basketball. I won’t be swinging that bat or dribbling that ball again real soon.
Maybe if I moved to Florida to some rest home, there would be teams there consisting of those over seventy years old playing those sports. However, I really don’t want to live where such teams are located. This is just the musings of a man who has watched too many sunsets.
The glory of young men is their strength, but the splendor of old men is their gray hair.
Even to your old age I am He, and to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save.
No, I can’t be playing sports. However, I still have a role to play and I’d like to be good at it. How about you?
Give it some thought.
Gary