Life Begins at 65
Two years ago I wanted to write a book called, “Life Begins at 65”, because mine certainly did in many respects. I’m not sure where it started, really. Maybe it was six or seven years ago when I realized my life was getting smaller and smaller, and I wanted to get to know some more of the people I admired at church. We had been attending the same Bible study for several years, and the attendance had dwindled so that…