I often ask myself why? Why are things the way they are and why they are not. I got an email from an old friend today that is taking the office of president of a retiree group in Dallas. The company where I retried has about half-dozen clubs. I have two of them.
I called my friend and asked, "Why?" She didn’t have an answer except, "No one else will do it." That’s why I have two clubs. We talked awhile about some of my experiences and I offered her some tips on how to deal with a bunch of old people.
I also told her that I would try to gather up some names of psychiatrists that she will need.
The last psychiatrist I knew said there was no hope for me.
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