I was thinking this morning that it would be great to have the medical attention that the U.S. President gets. A phalanx of medical specialists there all the time so that you can get answers on any little ache and pain that disturbs you.
But then I realized that every President I’ve ever seen, all the way back to Eisenhower, aged so much during their terms in office. Stress really does that.
So, I asked my wife if my appearance had aged from before my heart attacks to after. My wife said yes. I suggested maybe two years. She said at least ten years.
That was a sobering thought.
Now, I know why, when I look in the mirror in the morning, I see my Father looking back at me.