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P PM (Polymositis) 12/98, UIP 8/00, o2 24/7 9 LPM 8/04, PH 3/06, ILL yo 60

I

would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving

family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've

become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my

own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for

not making

my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but

looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be

messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before

they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer

until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those

wonderful tunes of the 60 & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish

to weep over a lost love ... I will.

I

will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging

body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to,

despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They,

too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful.

But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I

eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not

break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers,

or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken

hearts are what give us strength and understanding and

compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will

never know the joy of being imperfect.

I

am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray,

and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on

my face.

So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their

hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about

what other people think. I don't question myself anymore.

I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I

like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever,

but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could

have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat des sert

every single day(if I feel like it).

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM

THE HEART!

MAY

YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART

FOREVER AND EVER! FRIENDS FOREVER!

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, well, I am getting old (er). Thanks for this. A thought provoker.

MamaSher, age 70. IPF 3-06, OR. NasturtiumsDon't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

Getting Old

P PM (Polymositis) 12/98, UIP 8/00, o2 24/7 9 LPM 8/04, PH 3/06, ILL yo 60

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not makingmy bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too, will get old.I know I am sometimes forgetful.But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers,or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding andcompassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.So many have never laughed, and so many have died before theirhair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore.I've even earned the right to be wrong.So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever,but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat des sert every single day(if I feel like it). MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER! FRIENDS FOREVER!

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: I LOVE it. Thanks for sharing! B wrote: P PM (Polymositis) 12/98, UIP 8/00, o2 24/7 9 LPM 8/04, PH 3/06, ILL yo 60 824578 .ExternalClass .EC_hmmessage P{padding:0px;}#yiv1758033353 #yiv455824578 .ExternalClass body.EC_hmmessage{font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;} I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful

life, my lovingfamily for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I'vebecome kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become myown friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or fornot makingmy bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, butlooks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to bemessy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; beforethey understood the great freedom that comes with aging.Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computeruntil 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to thosewonderful tunes of the 60 & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wishto weep over a lost love ... I

will.I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulgingbody, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to,despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too, will get old.I know I am sometimes forgetful.But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And Ieventually remember the important things.Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart notbreak when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers,or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But brokenhearts are what give us strength and understanding andcompassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and willnever know the joy of being

imperfect.I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray,and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves onmy face.So many have never laughed, and so many have died before theirhair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less aboutwhat other people think. I don't question myself anymore.I've even earned the right to be wrong.So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever,but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what couldhave been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat des sertevery single day(if I feel like

it). MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROMTHE HEART!MAYYOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEARTFOREVER AND EVER! FRIENDS FOREVER! Barbara McDIPF, Sept 08Beautiful Western NC Let us not become weary in doing good, for

at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9

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, This is so true. Thank you for sharing. R. (52) Sarcoid/PF 3/2006 Carlsbad, California

Subject: Getting OldTo: "pulumonary Fibrosis" <breathe-support >Date: Thursday, January 8, 2009, 8:22 AM

P PM (Polymositis) 12/98, UIP 8/00, o2 24/7 9 LPM 8/04, PH 3/06, ILL yo 60

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become

my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not makingmy bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too, will get old.I know I am sometimes forgetful.But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important

things.Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers,or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding andcompassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be

forever etched into deep grooves on my face.So many have never laughed, and so many have died before theirhair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore.I've even earned the right to be wrong.So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever,but while I am still here, I will

not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat des sert every single day(if I feel like it). MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER! FRIENDS FOREVER!

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I like this . Well said. Sandy

To: pulumonary Fibrosis <breathe-support >Sent: Thursday, January 8, 2009 11:22:08 AMSubject: Getting Old

P PM (Polymositis) 12/98, UIP 8/00, o2 24/7 9 LPM 8/04, PH 3/06, ILL yo 60

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become

my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not makingmy bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too, will get old.I know I am sometimes forgetful.But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important

things.Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers,or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding andcompassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be

forever etched into deep grooves on my face.So many have never laughed, and so many have died before theirhair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore.I've even earned the right to be wrong.So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever,but while I am still here, I will

not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat des sert every single day(if I feel like it). MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER! FRIENDS FOREVER!

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