At nineteen years old, I went from in need of a hearing aide to hard of hearing in a moment. I was water skiing on my exposed feet and got a toe in the wake. I hit the water in a not really agile cartwheel. When I moved into the vessel, I recently assumed that I had water in my ears and that my staying hearing would return. It didn't.
As destiny would have it, I went to a college that fall and was set in a dormitory with almost deaf and hard of hearing understudies. I learned American Sign Language and grasped a hard of hearing life.
Twenty six years in the wake of getting to be hard of hearing, I set my feet back on the water again at 45 years old. I was enlivened by 64-year-old Judy Myers, who took up shoeless water skiing at 49 years old. Judy acquainted me with 57-year-old Joann O'Connor. The two women can shoeless on one foot and in reverse. They both have instructed me that age is only a number and you're never excessively old, making it impossible to seek after the interests that you appreciate.
I need to be much the same as these ladies when I grow up!