OK, I admit it. I suffer from Peter Pan Syndrome (PPS). If I eat right and exercise, I won’t get old.
Physically, the worst I’ll ever be is the shape I was in when I was 50, because, I mean, that’s OLD and I’ll never get older than that!
Notwithstanding that concept, according to the Social Security actuarial tables, my appointment with the Grim Reaper is at age 83, and if I consider myself a full-grown adult at 23 (to make the numbers easy), at 53 I’m only halfway there! But the calendar says I’m 67. How can that be?
Some people do crosswords. Others prefer jigsaw puzzles. For David Shiring, it’s the U.S. health care crisis.
No ordinary brain games for him, thank you. The retired business executive from Carrollton has tackled the Gordian knot of our day.
“I love to think that one person can make a difference,” the 67-year-old Shiring told me over lunch.