My friend Joe was 80 when he died.  Or 79.. it’s hard to say because he lied for several years telling people he was 80 long before he was.  He loved the attention.

When we met he was 70 and I was 25.  He’d just retired from a beautiful career.  I was just beginning.

The day’s before he died I would sit on the floor by his chair and we’d talk for hours.  He took off his oxygen mask to have our final talk and said “Young man, just do what I said and you’ll make it just fine.  Success is simple when you follow my little plan”.

Work hard.  Contribute.  Belong.