This September I turn 60. As I enter The Final Third, I find myself dumbfounded about where the last 60 years have gone, and driven to take stock and sort it all out. In addition, I want to hedge my bets for the next 30. With nothing really big calling my name, I don't have much of a bucket-list. All I know is that I want to keep going and keep learning.
If you heard that your grandson/granddaughter -- an innocent, pure-hearted child -- was being called a retard and was being bullied at school because they were intellectually challenged, your heart would break and you would do everything within your power to stop it. Don't wait until that moment, Howard.