My father exercised his whole life until a severe car accident at age 70. The antibiotic he took to save him destroyed his inner ear equilibrium — to prevent feeling dizzy, he had to hold his head very still. No tennis, no golf, no dancing. He became deeply depressed and lost his zest for life. His muscles began to wither and the gaunt look of death spread across his face.
When we stop to appreciate a body part, we often think of the heart, brain, or the lungs. But where would we be without our ankles? Just where we’re seated right now! Yet, our ankles play a vital role in active aging.
Coincidentally, several days before a skin melanoma was diagnosed near my right ankle, I wrote this thank you note.