Can you imagine dying when you’re 115? She was born in 1886! That just boggles my mind, living that long. One part says:
Calment was the last surviving person to meet Van Gogh (sp?). Met him when he was in her father’s shop.
I wish I could talk to an 115-year-old person. Ask them what it’s like to grow up when cars weren’t common and now live in a world of computers. I don’t know; it just fascinates me.
Man, 115-years-old. 122. I wish I’ll be able to live that old. Of course I’m not as vain as some of my peers. I once overheard a girl say that she’d kill herself before she lived to be 80 because she wouldn’t want to have wrinkles and look ugly.
She was the incarnation of Woody Allen’s quip that he didn’t want to achieve immortality through his work; he wanted to achieve immortality by not dying.
Earlier this year there was this Brzilian woman, or was she Argentinian, anyway she was soo old she was born a slave. And was working for the family who used to own her. In fact since she was 129 they were taking care of her, which was like the least they could do. Anyway since there was only a church record and no birth certificate Guiness refused to recognize her.
But anything past 100 is amazing. I’m over 25% of the way there and dammit I’m gonna live 200 at least. Maybe …
I’d like to live past 150, but I’d want to be healthy, ambulatory, not in pain, with a clear mind and not a tottering, half crippled, incontinent, messy wreck of a human being requiring constant attendance.
To those of us born in the 50’s or before, this has been a whirlwind several decades. So much great stuff to not only have seen and done, but been a part of and the changes have been almost mind boggling. Consider that we’ve gone from funny looking, 8 mile per gallon, no a/c, am radio only, dark colored hard riding cars built like tanks sold for $600 to smooth riding, colorful, environmentally controlled small cars with computers and composite construction for $14,000. From huge, bulky, expensive adding machines to wrist watch computers, from lumbering, basic comfort prop-driven passenger aircraft to huge, fast, luxurious Jumbo Jets, from soda in returnable glass bottles, to disposable plastic containers. We’ve gone from virtually the Wright Brothers into spaceships in an incredibly short period of time.
I would like to hang around to see what more changes are going to come. I’d like to be able to go to Mars on vacation, see AIDES wiped out like polio was, colonies on the moon, a cure for every nasty STD out there and the loss of power by the OPEC nations. I’d like to be here when Castro dies, when Sadaam is killed, when terrorists discover that every nation in the world wants their asses and the Lock Ness Monster is found along with the Treasure buried in Oak Island. I’d also like those experiments on decreasing the effects of aging to come through and be cheap and easily available and medication prices to drop.
I want to see and know a whole lot more than a 125 years could hold.