I was a taxi driver for 8 years. We had a regular, an old lady who worked 2 days a week in a kitchen. She did not want to drive the car herself, because she herself said that she was too old for that and wouldn’t want to risk anyone’s life just because she felt the need to drive (side note: it’s cheaper for most elderly folks to go by taxi when there’s one near them than by their own car)
Anyway, that woman was mentally and physically not much different from someone in her late 50s. A friend who’s still there told me she’s still the same. She’ll be 88 in a couple of months.
I also had countless elderly people who just jumped into the VW-Van. Most impressive one was a 103 year old French lady, about 5 ft (150cm) tall.
And then there’s 50/60 year olds who need walkers, oxygen, crutches, more meds than a battery hen and such.
I was a taxi driver for 8 years. We had a regular, an old lady who worked 2 days a week in a kitchen. She did not want to drive the car herself, because she herself said that she was too old for that and wouldn’t want to risk anyone’s life just because she felt the need to drive (side note: it’s cheaper for most elderly folks to go by taxi when there’s one near them than by their own car)
Anyway, that woman was mentally and physically not much different from someone in her late 50s. A friend who’s still there told me she’s still the same. She’ll be 88 in a couple of months.
I also had countless elderly people who just jumped into the VW-Van. Most impressive one was a 103 year old French lady, about 5 ft (150cm) tall.
And then there’s 50/60 year olds who need walkers, oxygen, crutches, more meds than a battery hen and such.
I get the feeling that with sloth comes sickness,