Not long ago as I basked in the sun sitting on my bench an elderly gentleman walked over and sat down beside me. At first I simply looked straight ahead and continued my "reflection." Finally I turned to look at my "bench mate." Then I realized I knew this man. He was the father of a good friend visiting from the East Coast. We recognized each other at the same time. After exchanging greetings and talking about the weather I asked him the secret of his longevity (he is 95). "Don't stop moving," he quickly quipped.
I was reminded of his words last week. A seventy-something friend and I had to go to the bank to take care of some financial business. I picked her up in my VW Van and she climbed into the passenger seat with great agility. When I asked her the secret of her physical strength she echoed those same words, "Don't stop moving."
When we stop moving we stop growing. When we stop moving we stop hoping. When we stop moving we stop living.
Get Up. Get Going. DON'T STOP MOVING!
Tim
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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