Recently divorced, I moved back to my hometown hoping to get a fresh start. A few weeks later, while making a dentist appointment, I was surprised to recognize the dentist’s name as a good looking boy from my high school 20 years ago.
However, when I showed up for my appointment, I quickly realized he must be someone else. He was balding, had a beer belly and looked a lot older than me.
Just to be sure though, on my way out I asked him if he went to the high school I attended. “Yeah,” he responded, “I graduated in ’91.” “Oh my gosh,” I excitedly said, “you were in my class.”
“Really,” he said that’s interesting, “what class did you teach?”
“Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.” ~ Eleanor Roosevelt
