Somebody recently told me that their brother was having a hard time getting a job. After all, he's old. And no one wants to hire someone in their sixties since they're just going to retire soon afterwards.
HE'S 65.
I'm 61, and will be 62 this year.
Every day I think to myself: I'm strong, I'm smart, and most importantly, I'm capable. I can lug heavy equipment. Lift things and small humans. Stand for a long time with a lead apron on. I get up every day and accomplish a lot before I leave the house. If someone tells me that I am too old to do my job I will laugh in their face and keep going. Women live longer, why not? I'm tired of being asked when I'm going to retire. I'll let you know when I'm ready.
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