The old man hobbled round the indoor track. Lap after lap after lap. He looked forward and never wavered. I hope I can do that at his age. Hell, I hope I can reach his age.
When he was done, I told him how much I admired him, and asked why and how did it.
He smiled. “Thank you, son. You may not understand it now, but some day, you will. Keep moving. It’ll keep you young. Never give up, and as the great Satchell Paige said, ‘don’t look back, something might be gaining on you.’”
When he was done, I told him how much I admired him, and asked why and how did it.
He smiled. “Thank you, son. You may not understand it now, but some day, you will. Keep moving. It’ll keep you young. Never give up, and as the great Satchell Paige said, ‘don’t look back, something might be gaining on you.’”
