The factory said I was too old to keep up. Three weeks later, when a broken machine threatened a $40,000 disaster, they came to my porch asking the “old lady” to teach them the skills they’d forgotten they needed.
The first thing people notice about getting older isn’t the wrinkles. It’s the way strangers stop seeing you. At sixty-six, I wasn’t asking for charity. I wasn’t asking for sympathy. …
The factory said I was too old to keep up. Three weeks later, when a broken machine threatened a $40,000 disaster, they came to my porch asking the “old lady” to teach them the skills they’d forgotten they needed. Read More