So 105.7 morning DJ Donnie Fandango was distressed this morning over finding a gray hair. At 31, he’s convinced (so he says) this means he’s dying.
I say get used to it. I’m 32. I started going gray in the sixth grade. Since I have gray hairs that are old enough to vote, I have a hard time feeling sorry for him.
I have other worries. Like whether those gray hairs vote for Ron Paul or not.
Dr. Ron Paul stepped up to the plate in the early seventies. Many of us, in the Houston area, couldn’t understand a doctor that would waste his life and education in the pursuit of politics.
With all that he has accomplished in politics the question remains.
He’s an idealist. I have to admire him for trying, even if it amounts to very little.
I recall when I was about your age and began to realize that I might live to be 45, that’s when I decided I should take better care of myself so I would still be able to walk when I got there. And so I can. I am now twice your yourng frinds age and not at all ready to be old. Tell him to get a grip, he’s still got most of his adult life ahead of him.
I think my wake-up call was around age 23 or 24. One of my Dad’s cousins had to have major heart surgery, and he was only in his early 50s (53 maybe?). Then I realized that virtually all of Dad’s close male relatives have heart problems at around that age (Dad died of a heart attack at 51), and I realized that I didn’t want my life to be half over. So I started changing how I eat.
The gray bothered me until my early 20s but eventually I got used to it. If gray hair was my biggest problem, I’d have it awfully good.