I got my first full time job out of college in 1977.  My annual salary was $8,700 before taxes.  It was considered a good wage.

There was a time when I could eat and drink just about anything.  An occasional upset stomach would arise, but I always knew that in a day, two at most, everything would revert back to normal.

When I was at the height of my sales career, I found myself going from one telephone call to another. My movements were much like that of a chimp swinging from vine to vine.

I lost my temper. One minute it was a trigger away. Now, it rarely rears its ugly head.

When I look in the mirror these days, I think to myself, “Not so bad for a 67 year old guy.” I’m convinced that I look like I’m in my 40s. More importantly, I feel like I’m in my 30s.