I’ve had my share through the years. They’ve taught me, inspired me, been there for me when I needed them. That’s what role models do, even though they don’t necessarily know they’re doing it. They’re just there.
At my age, I should be the role model, rather than the role model-ee. That gets us to the issue of age, among other things. Surely, I’m too old to expect that there’s someone out there….someone actually older than I am.…who can act as an inspiration.
My new role model appeared in our town newspaper just this week. I know I can’t match her feats of energy, strength, get-up-and-go or bravery. She is, however, someone to emulate and admire.
I’m personally skilled at finding excuses NOT to do those things which I ought to do. Now, I look to my new role model and try to follow her lead.
She shows me that I really don’t have excuses for my excuses anymore.
I bemoan a little cancer? She’s survived three.
Blood pressure’s a tad high? She has aortic valve stenosis.
I’ve got a little tinnitus? Her face is numb.
Woke up feeling a touch woozy? She’s been diagnosed with vertigo.
Just feeling too old? She’s got more than 15 years on me.
So what would she do with all those non-excuses? She’d pop out and run a half marathon. And along the way, she’d continue to raise mega-bucks for her favorite charity.
Granted, she’s exceptional. But that doesn’t keep her from being there for me. Even though she doesn’t know it.
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