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Turning 50


The word on the street is that I will be turning 50 this Thursday. I haven't thought much about it. To me it is another day. I have always said, "If you did not know how old you are, how old would you be?" To be honest most days I feel a lot younger than 50, but there are those OTHER days, too.

Last week I flew to Las Vegas. It was the first time I had ever ridden in an airplane. I haven't smoked in going on seven years. I am down 17 pounds in one month, thanks to Zija. I beat heart failure and I have 3 beautiful children, and I am the full-time dad I always wanted to be. If you know me, then you know how that is to me, but that is another story, which I will one day write.

So what is so bad about turning 50? A friend reminded me this morning that I have been blessed to have reached such a milestone. I am still committed to providing my children with the best way of life I can give them. When I have reached that goal, I will have reached the milestone I want to reach. That is my drive, my desire.

I have already been treated to one pre-birthday meal, which included my all-time favorite food, dumplings. Later this week, my friend Kelly is going to treat me to Pizza. At the beginning of this year, when we were planning our 2009 Church calendar, she jovially announced that I would be turning 50 this year. I was just thrilled that someone is keeping up with me. I wrote the Pizza outing down on Post-It note so I wouldn't forget it. It's a turning-50 thing.

That reminds me of a joke. Two elderly women were out driving in a large car, and neither could barely see over the dashboard. As they were cruising along, they came to an intersection. The stoplight was red, but they just went on through. The woman in the passenger seat thought to herself, "I must be losing it, I could have sworn we just went through a red light." After a few more minutes they came to another intersection, the light was red, and again they went right through. This time, the passenger was almost sure that the light had been red, but was also concerned that she might be seeing things. She was getting nervous and decided to pay very close attention. At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was definitely red and they went right through it. She turned to the other woman and said, "Mildred! Did you know that you ran through three red lights in a row? You could have killed us! Mildred turned to her and said, "Oh No! Am I driving?"

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