It was a cold and snowy December night as Piedmont Flight 7473 banked over the Hudson River, preparing for its descent at La Guardia. Looking out the window, I could identify the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Building, the Statue of Liberty, and a few other landmarks from my distant memory. The Christmas tree was all aglow at Rockefeller Center. The lights were a dazzling contrast to the darkness of my flight north over the Appalachian Mountains. Geologists tell us that those mountains were once as high as the Himalayas, but have been worn down by time. Ah, time, our ever-enduring opponent.
On the approach to the runway, I thought about the last time I’d flown out of La Guardia—on a TWA propeller-powered plane in 1947. The thought could have made me feel old and worn down like the mountains, but that night I had a spring in my step.
As soon as we landed, I grabbed my bag and briskly bolted out of the departure area into the waiting arms of the woman I was to marry.
As we drove along the icy Long Island Expressway toward the North Shore where she lived, we talked about the books we had written. I was surprised to find she had read my longevity writings and had even quoted me in magazine articles. Katrina’s passion for the subject was certainly evident in her youthful appearance. Now, I know it’s impolite to ask a woman her age, but I admit I felt a bit sheepish wondering how old she was and how she’d react to my age. I mean, you must know the stereotype of old men dating hot young women. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, or at most a young thirty.
As she turned the corner coming into Oyster Bay, I blanched and almost found myself speechless. “What’s the matter?” she inquired. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Sorry, but it’s just that it seems like yesterday that I was leaving New York and having a farewell dinner with my mother in that restaurant. I’m having that déjà vu experience.”
She looked at me strangely and asked, “So when was that exactly?”
I swallowed and replied, “That was fifty years ago!”
Consolingly, she put her hand on my arm, reading my mind, and said, “Don’t be too concerned. I’m older than you think.”
It wasn’t long before this woman with a passion for youthfulness became my wife and moved to my mountaintop in Tennessee from New York. We then moved again, to our farm in rural Kentucky. As the years passed, our lifestyle slowed down even more, and we both noticed we were actually getting younger and younger. A doctor friend of Katrina’s suggested we do some blood work to figure out what was going on in our bodies because we both didn’t seem to be aging. When the lab tests came back, they revealed that we were both biologically half our chronological ages. This excited Katrina so much that she decided to give you an inside view into her practices and our lifestyle. The result was well over a year of hard work and expense in putting together her online course, “Cut Your Age in Half—How I Did It and You Can, Too!”
Yes, you actually can cut your age in half! Want proof? Just take a peek at this recent photo and judge for yourself. Can you believe she is over 50?
In this course, Katrina shares her tips on so many aspects of youthful living, you’ll just be captivated by her presentation. There are over 30 online videos packed with amazing information.
Now, this course is regularly offered for $97. But since you’re a reader of my newsletter, you’ll receive it for only $47. However, you must act now because this offer ends on Sunday, August 10th at midnight. This is an offer that I feel certain you’ll find most beneficial. These are the things we do at our home every day that we believe make a huge difference in helping insure our youthfulness.
Do you think cutting your age in half might be of interest to you? Then, just hit the photo below!
Fasten your seatbelt and click the photo for a flight back in time!