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Here’s how you know you’re getting old

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At a conference in Pittsburgh last month, I got an elevator to come downstairs and looked at the guy in it with me.  I had a vague feeling I knew him, but no name came to mind, so I probed a bit.   “Were you a speaker here?” I asked.   “Not this time.  Hi, I’m Lanny Donoho.” H…
By Seth Barnes

At a conference in Pittsburgh last month, I got an elevator to come downstairs and looked at the guy in it with me.  I had a vague feeling I knew him, but no name came to mind, so I probed a bit.
 
“Were you a speaker here?” I asked.
 
“Not this time.  Hi, I’m Lanny Donoho.” He stuck out his hand.
 
I clapped my hand to my head.  Lanny and I have known each other for about 17 years, mostly by email.  “Lanny, we’re a couple of idiots! I’m Seth Barnes!” I said.
 
Lanny is one of the most influential people in the country with 20-somethings.  He’s the guy we partnered with in Africa two years ago.
 
“How is your ministry going?” I asked.
 
“Unbelievable,” He said. “We took 300 to Africa last year and we’ll take 1000 this year!”
 

“We need to talk,” I said and got in my waiting car to the airport.
 
The sad thing is, as I get older, these kinds of incidents seem to happen more frequently. I suppose I could mark the passage of time with the frequency with which they happen.  I get it from my mother – she loves to tell stories of her forgetfulness.
 
Can any of you relate? How do you know you’re getting old?

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