Pride

Pride is the knife that severs good health from those of us who are growing older.

In the name of all sorts of good causes it is possible to over do lifitng, stairs, even simple doing.

Knees, arms, backs, and sides are insidiously unsympathetic to martyrdom or memories of youthful strength.

And if pride is not enough, fear of looking lazy, or older, or mean spirited can finish off even the best of us when surrounded by youngsters who think getting out of bed is their thirty minutes of excercise for the day. Tying to set a good example becomes plain foolishness. They don't even notice while our muscles scream in vain.

I need to remember that my life lessons are for me. Every one else will have to find their own. In the mean time I am paying the price for being a slow learner.