Age: A blog honoring my published story regarding the cure for aging:
I recently read that one hundred, eleven (111) year old Bernardo LaPallo visited the new Yankee Stadium. (Around a hundred years removed from visit to Hilltop Park, the Yank… I mean the Highlanders first park.)
I expected to see a shriveled, shell of a man in a wheelchair. Instead, he stood upright, dressed in a snazzy suit, and shook hands with Derek Jeter and Joe Girardi.
I can’t help but wonder why some people live so dang long, while others wither and die in their fifties. Case in point, my grandfather.
I never knew him other than a sickly, old man. He passed when I was 11. He was 59.
Recently, I was looking at an old photo album of my father’s. I found a picture of my grandfather in his early 40’s, before I was born. He looked OLD. My father commented that he was “always old.”
Mr LaPallo is 111.
So what is it? Modern medicine? Constitution? Genetics? Luck?
In general, we’re all living longer, (Average life expectancy varies by country, Japan leads the way.) but 111? Seriously?
The article says there are several hundred known super-contrarians. Those over 110.
Where will I fall on the spectrum? I have my grandfather’s genes, (And his southpaw.) but I’m not “old” at 40. That’s a good sign. But there are diseases out there that don’t care hold old we are. If they get in, they stay, and the average takes a dip.