By Mel McConaghy
On May 10th, I turned seventy six years old.
I never thought about becoming the age of seventy six, it just happened. It was like becoming ten, then twenty one, or for that matter, seventy five.
I have met people who became this age before I did, and it seemed to have either a special meaning for them, or they weren’t looking forward to it. I can’t remember looking forward to any particular age, because I have never had any preset idea about how I was going to feel or look. I take my life as it has happens.
Looking around, I think that I must be doing things right, because I’m still blessed to have most of my original equipment (except for my new bionic teeth and eyes).
I have gotten rid of some of the body’s non-essentials, like my appendicitis, tonsils and gallbladder, but my knees, hips, and normal things that go haywire, are still functioning. Maybe I have slowed down, but when you consider that according to modern medicine and all the health experts, I have done everything wrong, and after what they’re saying about the importance of healthy living, it surprises me that I’m even still here.
I have found that as I have gotten older, I have also gotten a little (okay, a lot) less patient. Now, when I encounter stupidity, or things said that I consider to be stupid, I find that I have no time for them. Things that never use to bother me, are now really starting to irritate me. My wife and daughter tell me that I’m becoming a cranky old man, and maybe I am. I’m also finding that things that use to be important, like money and personal possessions, are not all that important to me anymore. I worked hard all my life, and find myself getting upset with people who complain when they’re not given everything on a platter, the same things that I had to work so hard for.
My wife stayed home and raised our children, and though sometimes we went without a few of the niceties we might have bought, if she’d gone to work, she still did a wonderful job. We never got phone calls telling us our children were breaking windows or laws. They were raised knowing who their mother and father were, and the difference between right and wrong. I have no idea how long I’ll continue aggravating politicians and readers, because when I was born someone forgot to stamp a ‘best before’ date on my butt. But, as long as I can, I will. I have found that writing is the one thing in life that I now really enjoy doing. Oh, there is one other thing. A good looking, shapely woman, between the ages of twenty one and seventy four, can still turn my head. Young men, don’t feel sorry for me. I have a wider age range to enjoy, and more time to observe the wonders of womanhood.
My Life Through a Broken Windshield by Mel McConaghy
Mel McConaghy is a retired trucker and author from Prince George, British Columbia. Mel’s tales are his views of life “through a broken windshield”. They are entertaining and humorous in a folksy style.
Visit Mel’s website at www.melmcconaghy.com