Some times people with handicaps can humble us. One member of my local chapter has just passed 5,000 bowls. People search him out for special project with historical trees. His hands are cripple, his feet have trouble and need braces. He is a wealth of knowledge to and will to help all of us.
As I approach 67 with a severe back issues and hip issues, the techniques to turn in pain is becoming more difficult. More pain meds and I could lop a finger of and not know it until the next day. I turn one pen then have to wait until the afternoon or the next day to put on the finnish. But the few pens I make, the profits go to the wounded Warriors Project. Smile.
Sitting down and turn is difficult on my old Delta. If I have to buy a new one, I might just give it up after 35 years. I could use any tips I could get for old geezers.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.