When you reach my age, it doesn’t matter WHO . . . you
are, a prince or a pauper. As long as you live with integrity, ethics, and a
good character, you’ll be rich all your life. J
When you reach my age, it doesn’t matter WHAT . . .
I don’t remember—sometimes
ignorance is bliss. J
When you reach my age, it doesn’t matter WHEN . . . I
go to bed or when I get up in the morning. After working 40 years, retirement
is a deserved delight. J
When you reach my age, it doesn’t matter WHERE . . .
I live because wherever I am,
I’m home. I’ve lived a good life, traveled to many places, and been blessed
with a wonderful family and good friends. I look now with great expectation to
my final move—to my heavenly home. J
When you reach my age, it doesn’t matter WHY . . . I
take a handful of pills every morning and a handful of pills every night. Just
that I don’t forget to take them! J
When you reach my age, it doesn’t matter HOW . . .
often I get up at night to go
to the bathroom. At least I’m not using a bedpan or diapers. J
When you reach my age, it doesn’t matter THAT . . . I
wear socks with sandals. I know it’s a fashion faux pas but as long as my feet
don’t hurt . . . it really doesn’t
matter. J
When you reach my age, it doesn’t matter IF . . .
I have hairy legs, no one
sees them anyway. But when I do finally pull out the razor, oh, the hassle to bend
and reach every nook and cranny . . . and to stop the bleeding! J
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