I was in the middle of the second day of my dental ordeal when the equipment broke and I was left laying there, mouth agape, waiting. While there, the hygienist came in and said one of the patients had fallen in her kitchen on New Year’s eve and hit her head and died shortly thereafter – 46 with two young children.
Meanwhile, I was reading obits in the last People magazine of 2008 and was surprised at how many youngsters had died ranging in age from 30 something to 70 something.
As I went to check out and pay my enormous tab for all of the work, the receptionist looked at my chart and said, “Having a big birthday this year,” and I said oh yeah. And right after that I’m having a baby – I turn 50 on May 2nd and my baby is born on June 9th – and then tears of joy just came to my eyes.
It’s that old plant your garden while you can adage – 50 shmifty – I got great teeth and a baby to raise. Now all I need is a helmet.