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I think you really start living your life at age thirty. That's when it all kicks into gear and you understand life. I look at all of my friends who are twenty through twenty-five, and they can't seem to find good paying jobs and can't figure out why. It's because they are looking in the wrong places. I remember when I figured it out - I got a job at the phone company. I went from fast food to a union job, and that changed everything for me.
When does life end? Earlier tonight we went night swiming, and I found myself alone in a very large pool just thinking odd thoughts. I'm forty-two and in good health; I love swimming and I love swimming under water. I thought about my father in law for some odd reason, and how he's 70 and will never ever go swimming under water again. That's when life starts to end - when you know there are things you will never do again such as throwing a football or swimming.
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