Tips for longevity
One of the reporters from our local newspaper went to the Hotel Dieu care home to question some of its oldest residents about how they achieved their long life. He wanted to ask them, "To what do you attribute your long life?"
The floor nurse pointed him to a man coming up the hall using a walker. He was 105 years old. The old man answered, "I ate a balanced diet, worked hard all my life. I never smoked, and on special occasions I'd take a drink."
A woman was sitting on the couch knitting. Her age was 101. Her story was, "I always got up with the sun and went to bed with the sun. I never worried about anything I could do nothing about."
In the corner all by himself was a wrinkled up little man in a wheelchair, bent nearly double, and wheezing and coughing terribly. The reporter asked her, "Who's that?"
"Oh him," she replied. "That's Myron. We call him grumpy. He's kind of a miserable old cuss. He sits all on his own because he's so difficult."
The reporter approached him and asked him how he had managed to live so long. Grumpy gave him a surly look, then sighed. "I dunno. I drank and smoked constantly, never worked an honest day in my life. I stayed up till I dropped nearly every night, carousing and partying."
"Oh my goodness! How old are you, anyway," asked the reporter.
"49."
The floor nurse pointed him to a man coming up the hall using a walker. He was 105 years old. The old man answered, "I ate a balanced diet, worked hard all my life. I never smoked, and on special occasions I'd take a drink."
A woman was sitting on the couch knitting. Her age was 101. Her story was, "I always got up with the sun and went to bed with the sun. I never worried about anything I could do nothing about."
In the corner all by himself was a wrinkled up little man in a wheelchair, bent nearly double, and wheezing and coughing terribly. The reporter asked her, "Who's that?"
"Oh him," she replied. "That's Myron. We call him grumpy. He's kind of a miserable old cuss. He sits all on his own because he's so difficult."
The reporter approached him and asked him how he had managed to live so long. Grumpy gave him a surly look, then sighed. "I dunno. I drank and smoked constantly, never worked an honest day in my life. I stayed up till I dropped nearly every night, carousing and partying."
"Oh my goodness! How old are you, anyway," asked the reporter.
"49."
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