I have, at 63, been suffering at the hands of the little people for decades. You see, I am 6’5″ tall. The world has stared at me and gazed in wonder at me and always put me at the end of the line and on and on.
I played on a basketball team where I was always with my back to the basket and had to get all the rebounds for the shooter stars and was always at their mercy for a piece of that round-ball action.
I am tall, so my body has a harder time getting blood to my feet, and my aorta is longer and more prone to burst. It is infinitely more difficult to bend over and pick something up. Sinks and commodes are made f ... continue reading »