I pretty much have an answer for everything and even when I don’t, I pretty much come up with something. Every now and then, though, I get thrown. Today, I was at a loss for words not once but twice. A gal in her 80’s asked me what it was like, “to feel that young,” as I swam past her in the water. What the heck did she mean by that? I certainly don’t feel ‘young’ in any sense of the word. I scrambled for a suitable reply, “Well, about the same way it felt for you when you were my age, I guess.” Not a great answer, I know.
Later, my 13 year–old asked me, “Is it scary getting old?” “Nope,” I replied quite honestly. “Looking in the mirror and SEEING that you’re old can be scary but getting there just happens.” She thought about this a moment and then asked: “Well, is it scary dying?” “Um,” I replied scrambling for words. “I’m not sure that I can answer that one quite yet.” (http://www.helen-hudson.com)